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Becoming a God

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Melaina... It suited her well, even when given by a voice that chimed sweetly as the songbirds in the middle of the day, when the sun was at its highest peek and shined brighter than ever. Just as it was at this particular moment, though a little too bright for her taste.

She greeted Melaina with a courteous nod then slipped away her hood letting her raven hair, long locks of shimmering black, flow freely amidst the warm breeze of summer, its unmistakable tropical scent.

Her eyes, like precious amethyst they glowed against her skin, porcelain, as she held out her frail, delicate hand introducing herself, "Elysia. Buongiorno." Her Italian accent smooth yet heavy upon the tongue.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

ehhh...yeah I think I'm gonna drop this one. I'm already confused and too tired to understand what the hell's going on. =___=;

Becoming a God

@Framing A Moose No worries! ^___^

Becoming a God

@Framing A Moose Uh....she's not technically in the graveyard...just kind of a few feet away from it on a bus bench. ^_____^;

@KatherinWinter Aaaaaand correct me if I am wrong please don't but I'm assuming Ciudad Mitad del Mundo is somewhere in South America, amirite? ^_____^;

EDIT: Oh....it's in Ecuador...and they speak Spanish....fuck.

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@KatherinWinter Exactly! I'm not like most people, therefore I am AWESOMESAUCE!! \m/>o<\m/

"No, you're just a dork." <.<

Gurl why you gotta kill my buzz? <.<

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@Framing A Moose

Monster...

Twas a common term for something that was feared, misunderstood, in the eyes of one...evil. Monster was the term used for that scary, slimy creature that was lurking under a child's bed or in their closet, salivating for a taste of their flesh. Monster was the word to describe a ruthless tyrant who drove his people into the very depths of Hell itself, into madness, depravity, and the darkest reaches of human nature. And...much to her chagrin, monster described her, someone who did not meld with the norms of modern society, who did not follow the sheep, the flock of the mundane and their ideas of beauty and morality, of religion, politics, and all other man made cacophonies meant only to separate and weaken the dynamic human spirit.

So in short, it perturbed Elysia slightly to hear the girl call her dress...a monster, her brow crinkling as she resumed reading her book. "I've no idea what you speak of, girl." She whispered nonchalantly while turning to another page, no eye contact yet, only reading along about the history of witchcraft in the medieval era. "Those who cannot see into the dark are ignorant of the beauty that lies within the shadows." She then snapped her book shut suddenly, an audible clap of the pages together, turning to face the girl, her hood still drawn over her face, only revealing a glimpse of her demure pale lips.

Even through the thick veil of black lace, she could see the girl, such a charming face, and a beautiful figure to match. "Though I will say you are a ray of sunshine in this world ever growing dark."

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@KatherinWinter Explaining things in a long and drawn out way is how I say yes. XD

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@KatherinWinter It's really an act she puts on. In truth Evelyn is very weak and vulnerable. She's just using the tough girl act to scare others away because she hates who she is or what her parents want her to become, so she feels undeserving of friends or lovers. And yes, her childhood is ripe with abuse, mostly from Chernabog, so alot of her darkest memories are of her father who secretly she fears.

....Aww fuck I said too much! Dx

A couple from my hometown (rural midwest) are trying to crowdfund their wedding.

I'd crowdfund my own funeral really.

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