51st of Fall 513
The idea of companionship was an odd one to those who have spent most of their lives alone. From some people there is no choice, having to isolate themselves from everyone just so they won’t hurt others. Nyka had been the one place that wasn’t her home that Assilsa had allowed people to even get close to her, the night before still present in her mind Assilsa began to wonder if it was actually possible for a relationships to build a relationship without them running off in terror screaming.
For some unknown reason Assilsa had decided to wear her new corset and her perfectly clean skirt, usually around Nyka she just wore her grubby hunting garb but this night she had decided to go fancy, not that she planned anything, she was just planning on staring at the nightlife of the outside from the window of the hostel. Parting her hair to fall on one side of her face Assilsa made her way into the hallway, as she did so she considered her outfit, tight purple corset and short, black, silk skirt. She looked like a common whore however even if she was who would want someone that she could kill with one kiss if she wasn’t careful?
Coming to the conclusion that her subconscious had chosen to dress like this to scare off conversation, had she? Shaking off the thought Assilsa continued to walk through the hall like a pale ghost, most probably thought she was… Coming to stop in the main room Assilsa looked over the bookshelves, there wasn’t a book that she felt like reading. Turning towards the window she noticed that the candles added and eerie glow to her eyes, as her reflection stared back at her Assilsa noticed how much like a predator she looked…
The idea of companionship was an odd one to those who have spent most of their lives alone. From some people there is no choice, having to isolate themselves from everyone just so they won’t hurt others. Nyka had been the one place that wasn’t her home that Assilsa had allowed people to even get close to her, the night before still present in her mind Assilsa began to wonder if it was actually possible for a relationships to build a relationship without them running off in terror screaming.
For some unknown reason Assilsa had decided to wear her new corset and her perfectly clean skirt, usually around Nyka she just wore her grubby hunting garb but this night she had decided to go fancy, not that she planned anything, she was just planning on staring at the nightlife of the outside from the window of the hostel. Parting her hair to fall on one side of her face Assilsa made her way into the hallway, as she did so she considered her outfit, tight purple corset and short, black, silk skirt. She looked like a common whore however even if she was who would want someone that she could kill with one kiss if she wasn’t careful?
Coming to the conclusion that her subconscious had chosen to dress like this to scare off conversation, had she? Shaking off the thought Assilsa continued to walk through the hall like a pale ghost, most probably thought she was… Coming to stop in the main room Assilsa looked over the bookshelves, there wasn’t a book that she felt like reading. Turning towards the window she noticed that the candles added and eerie glow to her eyes, as her reflection stared back at her Assilsa noticed how much like a predator she looked…