Post by DARALIS 'ERIS' AMMON on Jul 22, 2009 15:04:31 GMT 1
She brings you good news. Or haven’t you heard?
WHEN SHE FELL OUT OF KANSAS
A MIRACLE OCCURRED
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Twirling the thin length of ebony coloured wood between long slender colours had become such a fascinating commodity after the few days she had been left to her own devices and allowed to once more roam the unwelcome streets of the Wizarding world. Of course, technically she wasn't allowed to roam, she wasn't allowed to do anything except wither away in that hellish cell of hers that had been assigned to become her eternal home when she was but 14 years old. In truth the punishment may have been a tad harsh, it had only served to unhinge the disturbing teen further and mould the blonde beauty into a vessel full of hate and madness. Good move Ministry of Magic. For a while she had toyed with the idea of altering her features for such jaunts as this, but the arrogant little girl inside her refused to let others hide the radiance that she had once been accustomed to.
No, surely the clean tumbling curls and the healthy flush to her recently plumped up cheeks was disguise enough. Eris had seen the posters they had been displaying of her face, they were a ghost of what she was now, of what she had been, her face a landscape of sunken valleys around the ridges of her cheekbones. Yes she was recognizable, but what logical mind wouldn't dismiss the passing familiarity as a coincidence rather than admit to themselves that a dangerous Azkaban escapee was swanning around only feet from them?
Except maybe one of those damn Ministry officials... or a Death Eater, the very word in her mind twisted the lips that had once been rouged and her eyes grew wide with an anger that flared her nostrils and tautened the muscles along her body. Rowan had tried many spells to straighten her mind, and there was indeed progress, but the thought of those individuals brought her back. It was only with a sudden realization that she let out a cackle of laughter that shot through the bodies of those around her, causing many to flee uncertainly and many to pretend they hadn't heard. It was the realization that she wanted them to come. Let them, she would destroy them on sight, rip their worthless limbs apart and decorate the streets with their perfect blood that they put so much stock in.
A certain glee had overtaken all over emotions and her eyes were dancing with a light that was unmistakably childish as she took to a skip down the street, twirling through groups as she sang at the top of her weak little lungs a song that for all it's heart held the innocence of that small girl she so often became at moments like this Come out come out where ever you are, and meet the young lady, who fell from a star though many a disturbed face was turned to her, she continued oblivious, her progress swift as her skipping feet ate up the cobbles beneath her, and her mind swam with images of delight as she mused over what would happen if anyone were to step in her path, She fell from the sky, she fell very far and Kansas, she says, is the name of the star
