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It was a warm night and one that Lenz would never forget. She was wandering the streets with her hands stuffed in the pockets of her jacket when a burly man came tumbling out from behind a corroding building.
Lenz noticed the disturbance before it occurred, sparing herself from a tackle to the ground. Instead of shouting at him and spewing out insults and vulgar commands, she simply sneered before pressing on through the vast and treacherous city of drunks, prostitutes, criminals and the penniless.
She lately hadn’t been haunted by any dreams or nightmares. Frankly, this was because she hadn’t slept for the past forty eight bells. She was beginning to doze off into dreamless slumbers for short amounts of time before jolting awake to find herself surrounded by various foreign or unfamiliar objects and individuals.
Her mind had been feeling rather full. She had been thinking about many different things recently, all of which strayed and purposefully avoided the death of the child or the scars of the woman’s heart and soul.
She was frequently strolling throughout the city during either the early morning, the noon of which the sun struck the high of the sky and pierced its vivacious rays of molten destruction down upon the fragile and frail earth. She was often seen wandering aimlessly through the bleakness of the night as well, when the moon’s tentative rays of glowing embers danced around overhead the soil of dark and abrasive longing.
Tonight was one of those grueling nights and her mind was at ease, filled to the brim with alternative thoughts and devoid of problematic issues to dwell on. It was deleterious to her to contemplate things that were of no importance. They scarred her, marred her and occasionally blinded her with their caliginosity.
She was sauntering through the streets and up and down alleyways without an ulterior motive. Her mind was inferior to her body as it merely waltzed into the depths of the town without purposeful and proper function or obedience. And soon, she found herself rounding a corner and materializing in front of an obstacle.
A man with a grotesque bear full of ubiquitous crumbs and debris was stumbling out from a side alleyway and into her line of path. He was obviously drunk, his belly extensive with the liquid sloshing around inside and his mouth was moving, muttering and mumbling absolute nonsense as he fumbled from the shadows and into her view.
She ran into him, colliding with his bestiary form and falling on her behind as she did. He was licking his lips and groaning, staring down at her with eyes the colour of the rising sun. They were yellow, but it was irresolute, the exact shade.
She had been paranoid, seeing things that weren’t really there for the past few days. She couldn’t comprehend whether she was losing her mind or just her sense of oblivious nature. She was becoming more aware of her surroundings. It wasn’t like she was never certain about what was happening around her; ever since the child died it has become more imperative she know what was going to happen before it did.
She kept a watchful eye on all corners of her figure. The north perpetrated a line of insight where the west provided optimal resistance when faced against the east. The south was always lingering on the verge of untouchability, but she was fervent on casting the light on its misty hues until it shone and screamed for mercy.
She was vigilant, and that was a trait that was crucial to the environment she had burdened herself with.
It was a complimentary attribute, she thought. Personally, had she not born the trait she would have been lying face down in a ditch, her spiritless vessel a public obituary as any by passers walked by to petch her where she lay. It was a thought worth shuddering for. It wasn’t going to happen though, for she kept her head out of the clouds, or tried to, and her subconscious feelings at bay, again- tried to.
This man however, he seemed fruitless with intentions too sinister to calculate. His mind was reeling at the devious possibilities he was fortunate enough to muster. He didn’t manage far before placing his hand on the woman’s shoulder. She shrugged it off and watched him with inconclusive orbs.
“Don’t touch me,” she seethed before sizing him up and in turn making herself appear taller and larger than she truly was.
It was a neutral feeling to her now, attempting to intimidate her opponent by gravitating her centre of balance and enforcing her eyebrows to slant downwards, her lips to curl upwards and her eyes to narrow in vigorous pensiveness.
“But you look so lovely,” he slurred in response, his eyelashes dancing as he blinked rapidly.
She spat at him, growling in protest, which only made the man more voracious. He took a step forward and laced his other hand in hers. She was easily provoked now, stepping to the side before slamming her foot on his. She pivoted on her other foot before turning and sending an elbow into his side. With a cry in reply, she continued her unrelenting progress.
She was now behind his back, her back facing the empty alleyway. She charged her brain, the neurons and cells working against the clock as she configured another set of techniques to bring this bastard down. She was furious, for why did everyone see her and then instantly wish to show their dominance? She wasn’t as weak as she appeared and this was something she aspired to prove.
With her body against the rear of the brute, she thrust her foot out and sent a crippling blow to the back of his knee. He fell forward, onto his hands and knees, shouting objections.
“Do I look lovely now?” she cried ruthlessly before rolling over his back and landing on her feet, this time facing the thug with an earnest expression for justice.
He did something wrong and to her, which made it all that more personal. He deserved to be punished, and although by how he would be served remained unclear, she was certain an idea would pop up into her mind any time soon.
The man suddenly got up, taking the woman by surprise. Hadn’t she displayed enough barbarity to this man to earn some respect? Shouldn’t he be crawling back to his lodgings now that she had taught him a valuable lesson to not take people at first sight?
He stood up, he grimaced, he stared at her and then he let out a bellowing chuckle that sent shivers down the redhead’s spine.
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34th of Summer, 514 AV
It was a warm night and one that Lenz would never forget. She was wandering the streets with her hands stuffed in the pockets of her jacket when a burly man came tumbling out from behind a corroding building.
Lenz noticed the disturbance before it occurred, sparing herself from a tackle to the ground. Instead of shouting at him and spewing out insults and vulgar commands, she simply sneered before pressing on through the vast and treacherous city of drunks, prostitutes, criminals and the penniless.
She lately hadn’t been haunted by any dreams or nightmares. Frankly, this was because she hadn’t slept for the past forty eight bells. She was beginning to doze off into dreamless slumbers for short amounts of time before jolting awake to find herself surrounded by various foreign or unfamiliar objects and individuals.
Her mind had been feeling rather full. She had been thinking about many different things recently, all of which strayed and purposefully avoided the death of the child or the scars of the woman’s heart and soul.
She was frequently strolling throughout the city during either the early morning, the noon of which the sun struck the high of the sky and pierced its vivacious rays of molten destruction down upon the fragile and frail earth. She was often seen wandering aimlessly through the bleakness of the night as well, when the moon’s tentative rays of glowing embers danced around overhead the soil of dark and abrasive longing.
Tonight was one of those grueling nights and her mind was at ease, filled to the brim with alternative thoughts and devoid of problematic issues to dwell on. It was deleterious to her to contemplate things that were of no importance. They scarred her, marred her and occasionally blinded her with their caliginosity.
She was sauntering through the streets and up and down alleyways without an ulterior motive. Her mind was inferior to her body as it merely waltzed into the depths of the town without purposeful and proper function or obedience. And soon, she found herself rounding a corner and materializing in front of an obstacle.
A man with a grotesque bear full of ubiquitous crumbs and debris was stumbling out from a side alleyway and into her line of path. He was obviously drunk, his belly extensive with the liquid sloshing around inside and his mouth was moving, muttering and mumbling absolute nonsense as he fumbled from the shadows and into her view.
She ran into him, colliding with his bestiary form and falling on her behind as she did. He was licking his lips and groaning, staring down at her with eyes the colour of the rising sun. They were yellow, but it was irresolute, the exact shade.
She had been paranoid, seeing things that weren’t really there for the past few days. She couldn’t comprehend whether she was losing her mind or just her sense of oblivious nature. She was becoming more aware of her surroundings. It wasn’t like she was never certain about what was happening around her; ever since the child died it has become more imperative she know what was going to happen before it did.
She kept a watchful eye on all corners of her figure. The north perpetrated a line of insight where the west provided optimal resistance when faced against the east. The south was always lingering on the verge of untouchability, but she was fervent on casting the light on its misty hues until it shone and screamed for mercy.
She was vigilant, and that was a trait that was crucial to the environment she had burdened herself with.
It was a complimentary attribute, she thought. Personally, had she not born the trait she would have been lying face down in a ditch, her spiritless vessel a public obituary as any by passers walked by to petch her where she lay. It was a thought worth shuddering for. It wasn’t going to happen though, for she kept her head out of the clouds, or tried to, and her subconscious feelings at bay, again- tried to.
This man however, he seemed fruitless with intentions too sinister to calculate. His mind was reeling at the devious possibilities he was fortunate enough to muster. He didn’t manage far before placing his hand on the woman’s shoulder. She shrugged it off and watched him with inconclusive orbs.
“Don’t touch me,” she seethed before sizing him up and in turn making herself appear taller and larger than she truly was.
It was a neutral feeling to her now, attempting to intimidate her opponent by gravitating her centre of balance and enforcing her eyebrows to slant downwards, her lips to curl upwards and her eyes to narrow in vigorous pensiveness.
“But you look so lovely,” he slurred in response, his eyelashes dancing as he blinked rapidly.
She spat at him, growling in protest, which only made the man more voracious. He took a step forward and laced his other hand in hers. She was easily provoked now, stepping to the side before slamming her foot on his. She pivoted on her other foot before turning and sending an elbow into his side. With a cry in reply, she continued her unrelenting progress.
She was now behind his back, her back facing the empty alleyway. She charged her brain, the neurons and cells working against the clock as she configured another set of techniques to bring this bastard down. She was furious, for why did everyone see her and then instantly wish to show their dominance? She wasn’t as weak as she appeared and this was something she aspired to prove.
With her body against the rear of the brute, she thrust her foot out and sent a crippling blow to the back of his knee. He fell forward, onto his hands and knees, shouting objections.
“Do I look lovely now?” she cried ruthlessly before rolling over his back and landing on her feet, this time facing the thug with an earnest expression for justice.
He did something wrong and to her, which made it all that more personal. He deserved to be punished, and although by how he would be served remained unclear, she was certain an idea would pop up into her mind any time soon.
The man suddenly got up, taking the woman by surprise. Hadn’t she displayed enough barbarity to this man to earn some respect? Shouldn’t he be crawling back to his lodgings now that she had taught him a valuable lesson to not take people at first sight?
He stood up, he grimaced, he stared at her and then he let out a bellowing chuckle that sent shivers down the redhead’s spine.
