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[center][h1][color=RosyBrown]Anastasia Romanoff[/color][/h1]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/qTyLINy.gif[/img]
[b]Location:[/b] Moscow; Russia.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Her pet wolf.[/sup][/center]
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[i]"It... It was horrible, I literally thought I was gonna die."[/i]

The tips of her fingers brushing lightly over the keys of her laptop, they stopped only when they had reached her goal. One tap of the space button causing the video she had been watching on the Moscow Times website to pause. She'd heard enough. She didn't need to hear anymore. Especially coming from the mouth of some preacher that was hell bent on turning the worlds citizens against one another- someone who wanted to condemn almost a third of the worlds population on the actions of only a few rotton eggs. The civil war... the Rwandan genocide- did no-one ever learn from the past..? And if that was the case, then how was it that this guy wasn't preaching such bullshit before people began showing higher abilities..? If that were the case, then he too should be a condemned man, held accountable for the actions of priests, pastors and preachers before him that had gone sour. Just off the top of her head, she could both think of and name thirteen.

The gentle nudge against her free hand catching her attention, pulling her from her thoughts, Anastasia turned her dark gaze down to the beautiful white wolf stood by her side. Watching the creature for a moment or two before she began to act. Hand moving, and fingers disappearing into the soft fur as she scratched lightly at the top of its head. Nikola. After everything that had happened; the canine was truly the only one there for her. She couldn't trust anyone else. Not even her parents... not anymore...

Turning her attention back to her laptop, she instead began manoeuvre the mouse. Closing the tab that housed the news site, and instead bringing up the one that held her blog. Annonomous, of course. She wasn't stupid enough to post this shit with her name where everyone could find it. No. Art like this-... Art like this could get her into trouble if it was connected back to her.

Scrolling down until she found the post she was looking at, her gaze flicked first to the views - which had jumped up substatially over the last month - and then across to the comments. Her mouse slowly trailing down over them until she was able to click on a link that had been posted among the mixed comments. The link itself opening up a photo of the school in question; of the devestation left behind in a new tab for her to look at. Though she didn't really need to look at it- it was a perfect replica of something she'd drawn perhaps two, maybe three months ago now. She'd written the date in the corner of the page, like she always did, for reference. The dates of her artwork, and then the corresponding real world situations was what sparked the reactions. The accuracy between what she had drawn, and what was happening however, was what had her blog blowing up with new traffic from all over the world. Hell... she'd even seen an article on buzzfeed about the school, and the piece she'd created about it.

Turning away from her laptop altogether after a few moments longer, she moved across the large room of her family home that had very quickly become her art studio. Her arms lifting, folding over her chest as she glanced about at the multitude of varying artworks that surrounded her- tacked onto the walls, resting against surfaces. Really anywhere that would allow her to see them properly. Another brush of fur, this time against her leg as her wolf made to sit dutifully at her side, Ana let out a heavy sigh. A frown crossing her lips.

[color=RosyBrown]"..one thing I hate, Nikola... not knowing which one comes next..."[/color]