[center][b][h2][color=92278f]Calliope's Lasting Slumber[/color][/h2][/b]
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[indent]It felt like the harshest of journey's despite the years it had taken for her to escape that dreary, cobweb-filled box of a home. Calliope's feet scraped against the ground at every step, her mind twirling about thoughts of gratefulness for her escapades of adventures as a child and the callouses on her feet. Though, it didn't stop the occasional snag of flesh, cuts and soft bumps of pain present on the soles of her tired feet. A positive attitude is what the woman kept as she lousily trotted along, at this point unable to navigate safe and appropriate steps due to the aching muscles of her legs giving way to the weight of her being. 

[color=92278f]"Though, the chains could quiet down. Stupid leash, collar thing that makes me look like I'm some animal. I wish I'd have thought to grab something to get this thing off my neck..."[/color] The thought was trailed off, a fine set of digits raising to yank at the collar that littered her neck with scuffs. One foot after the other, she hadn't moved with haste quite yet; besides, he'd never come after her. He's far too lazy, at least she made herself believe. [color=92278f]"On to the next adventure!" [/color]she spoke in a semi-joyful tone, trying to tug at the happy strings of her heart to surpass the pain she felt in both joints and stomach. Perhaps she could chow down on some grass? Nuh-uh, she needed some hearty meat and potatoes to fill her stomach; one of her favorites. Such a simple food, but one she enjoyed thoroughly for any meal of the day. Then came the thoughts of money, funds; she had but one golden coin tucked within the corset of her shirt, a family heirloom. Surely this currency could get her something, anything, once she was able to stumble upon any other form of life that intertwined paths with her in this elongated journey of survival. 

The young Elf-Tiefling's stature was beginning to fade until she was hunched over and lost all of the prior hope; hours had drained on until her vision became fuzzy and she pout amidst the music of stomach grumbling and crackling bones. Ah, did the ground look fertile and refreshing in this moment, eyes lulled shut with a flash of black.

[color=92278f][i]// THONK //[/i][/color]

There she went, cold as ice against the ground, body rigid as a board. Though devastatingly positioned, a smile adorned her face; she dreamed of doughnuts, fine meats, potatoes and a soup so savory it made her stomach yearn for more. Chocolate cakes topped with whipped cream, crispy cookies with chips of goodness, pies stuffed with fresh fruit, mmn..

Calliope's eyes fluttered back open and down fell the thickest chunk of dirt, mouth filled with the earth's essence in the most vile of ways. A gag and heave commenced before she decided maybe, just maybe, she'd lay outside and hope for better when she had awaken. Face tucked to the ground and mouth cleared of the filthy dirt, she laid to rest. Little did she know, a tavern rest only moments from her body; how she didn't see or hear, no one knows.[/indent]
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