[hr][color=FF0927][sup][h1] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/da/82/78/da82787b914c5b34de2b8a8376697d65.gif[/img][/center] [b][center][color=#61b294] 𝖗 π–Š 𝖆 π–œ 𝖆 𝖐 π–Š 𝖓[/color] [color=#b2617f]𝖗 π–Š 𝖆 π–œ 𝖆 𝖐 π–Š 𝖓[/color][/center][/b] [/h1][/sup][/color] [right][sub][color=gray]π₯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐒𝐨𝐧. ??? 𝐒𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬. [color=#b2617f]Coco[/color] 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬. [/color] [/sub][/right][hr][color=BFAFB2] Steam. But it was cold, almost freezing. Dry even. She remembers it coating her skin like a second layer, a dusting across her frame, light enough to not be seen but heavy enough to feel. There wasn't a lot that she knew of the situation, just that it happened. Whatever [i]it[/i] was. What she did know however, was that the voices in the dark weren't accompanying her anymore. Rather, they weren't as loud. As soon as she was able to open her eyes once more from her confines in that cell, she was greeted with the night sky. No more a blurry, metal grated ground she had crawled along instead replaced with clear skies and twinkling stars, winking as if they knew something she didn't. It was pleasant. For a moment. Holding her hands out above her she examined them, the smal cuts and bruises there, the blood from her fingernails dried and caked with mud. Comus didn't think of anything. There was no need to, not when she hadn't been thinking for the better part of a millennia. All was well. Until the voices came back, speaking in hushed tones in a language that wasn't familiar to her ears. The dewy grass beneath her drenched her back and she felt almost sticky. It wasn't the most comfortable of feelings. But it wasn't the worst either. Comus was just glad to [i]feel[/i] something aside from utter nothingness again. Turning her head this way and that she was able to ascertain that she was in a field of some kind. A public one at that, as she took notice of a couple entangled in each other during a late night dalliance not even fifteen meters from where she lay, stark naked as they were. [sub][i]'The voices...[/i][/sub] she mused as she realized the internal voices were just of these mortals caught in the act of passion. A wicked smile found a home on her face as she rolled to a sitting position and walked straight out of the thin bushes separating them - flagging down those same mortals. They jumped apart from one another initially before clinging tightly back again, anything to protect themselves and prevent their bodies from being under a watchful eye. A scream escaped the female before silent tears too their place on her face. Both of them clearly shocked and surprised and taking in the sight of this woman covered in what looked to be dried mud and something they couldn't tell without getting closer. And they did [i]not[/i] want to get closer. Eyes wide and manic under the remaining glow of the moon Comus approached them with a stagger, half out of show the rest from not using her legs for such a long time.[color=#b2617f][abbr=Hello. Do you want to play~?]ΧαίρΡτΡ. Ξ˜Ξ­Ξ»Ξ΅Ο„Ξ΅ Ξ½Ξ± παίξΡτΡ?~?[/abbr]"[/color] They ran, screaming, dropping items as they fled and Comus found herself picking up and sifting through them in an attempt to find what was useful and what was not. In the end the daughter of Dionysus pulled the articles of clothing up and over her head, covering her body as best as these pieces of fabric could and began on her way. Not knowing anything about the world around her gave her a high that she hadn't felt in a long while. It was new and ripe for her, like a blank canvas ready for an artist's first brushstroke. Only Coco was itching to make a bigger splash. [/color]