[b][u][color=ed145b]Aurora Greyhound[/color][/u][/b] - [b]Entrance, 1st floor [/b]
[i][b]Arriving at the destination...[/b][/i]
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Fire, the warmth of it so soothing that in the coldest nights, like a gift from home so cherished that it's mere presence renewed a person with enough vigor live in any world no matter how dreary. Like as if the flames itself could invoke some sort of life in surroundings, reawakening anyone lost in the dark of their soul, so weighed by stress and fear that a mere fire rekindled their desire to live and love! Something so powerful that no matter the lost of strength, one could rise to their feet again even with an empty stomach and bloodied body. It was as if fire itself had the durability of the human spirit to persevere throughout history, that in times of collapse or disease it remained flickering, as if waiting for someone to snuff it out- but no one ever did.

In Hell, it seemed as if fire had many different meanings.

Though finding a clear definition of what fire symbolized would be like finding a needle in a haystack- maybe it meant nothing. Aurora pondered this not in a manner of wise women questioning life itself, but much rather because her impulsive mind had been drawn to thinking like a cornered animal. She didn't enjoy it, she was terrified of it, to think like this, it wasn't right. Fire symbolized something, maybe to her family, but it was all lost on her as her mind kept changing subjects...Like where she was being [color=ed1c24]sent[/color] to.

Aurora scoffed at the idea of being sent [color=ed1c24]here[/color]. Gello's Home for Gifted Demons. Her arrival was an inevitability, like a lost soul looking for a home she struggled to walk, rejecting her new life and suffering through hours of loneliness with no impulse to sate in her endless desire to consume, to experience, to enjoy... as if all died around her and all that was left was just the miserable idea of merely [i]existing.[/i] Nothing to play with, no one to talk to! Who could live like this? It was the most insanity-inducing thing she had experienced in her short demonic life!

...Which, one could imagine, when she noticed other people had arrived at Gello's Home for Gifted Demons, she seemed very [b]invigorated.[/b] Palpable levels of excitement, like a pet finding their owner, something so undoubtedly full of energy that the most quiet and introverted would feel a tense presence around the big hellhound, all to eager to break into personal space and interact as if playfully socializing in an environment with no threats, no worries, no fear. Mainly because her only [i]fear[/i] was ever being left without company in the first place. Her tail wagged as the commotion of various peoples could be heard while the front of the building was approached, imagining endless possibilities in her mind that kept her entertained, like as if the thoughts themselves kept her far from feeling alone, like that fire that burned in humanity.

As others had come into view, her pupils darted, brain silent, instincts flaring- she'd had come in like a all-too jubilant child coming into a candy store. Until her eyes eventually landed on [b]someone[/b] to interact with...