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Tue Jul 03, 2018 9:56 pm
Song: UNKNOWN - Artist: UNKNOWN - Words: 1012
The ground was charred and cracked. There was not a soul in sight upon this desolate, dried earth. Many places of the earth had become like this, so forlorn and neglected. Call it a paradigm shift that occured in the wrong direction, however after the occupation of the demons that had already begun to invade the realm like a plague the world which originally had been so. . lovely had simply degraded into a working pile of shit--functional, but decaying. Debauchery was around every corner, lies and deceit seemed to have replaced the natural morality that the world thrived on for so long. Nothing was changing, everything was simply running amok and sweeping it under the guise of order. It was such irrationalities that plagued the land had already reached a threshold.
Yet, even here in the quagmire of chaos there seemed to be rays of rationality. Sitting upon the broken husk of a building, dust and broken windows adorning every surface, coating every jagged broken edge of glass-- was a girl whose eyes shone like the loveliest shade of gold, and whose golden hair was lustrous in the decrepity that surrounded it. She seemed to be staring, a beacon of normality in the ruined landscape of calamity, those eyes shining like beacons as the dust had rose in the form clouds from a subtle eastern wind. Those eyes seemed to be searching for something, or someone.
”Why did you extend an invitation to a stranger? You know that you are plenty strong to acheive the goals you wish to acheive. “
Magnolia’s lips quirked into the faintest of smiles, the appearance of it hidden underneath the cloud of dust that was lazily trailing through the air; shifting like smoke. It seemed as if this place was as far removed from civilization as it could be, the very dredges of a bygone era of prosperity--an era in which the supernatural had been but a dream. You could still see swing-sets broken and in states of disrepair, their rusted shells, the plastic housings long since gone testaments of a time that children simply could be children--unfettered by the domes of energy and the guards that blocked the fringes of habitable society from the monsters and heathens that now had plagued this world.
Golden eyes swept through the broken wreckage and couldn’t help wondering what this place looked like in it’s prime. What people lived here, what lives had played out in this place. Who had it nurtured, and who ultimately had it shunned? There were so many marks of history that were laid bare here. The bones of animals; probably household pets that had starved after going wild for many generations when the bigger, less “meaty” predators had taken over. Not even rats seemed to remain here, the land had long since be scounged bare by the scavengers that had lived here for hundreds of years before they either died out or moved on.
Magnolia had pulled from her back her big-bear sword. The large naginata resting flat-side against her knee as she pulled out a cloth and covered it in oil and slowly began to take care of the blade. She had nothing better to do after all seeing as she was awaiting the other person to appear. Each stroke of her hand and the cloth seemed to polish the dull, honed edge of her blade--slowly bringing it to a sparkle as she waited in the dusty gloom, of this forsaken town.
Coding BY: [THEFROST].
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