Post by actsonimpulse on Feb 4, 2006 19:17:44 GMT -5
Kissara was so tired. Her legs ached as she continued to walk along the street, hands shoved in pocket. She stared at the white cloud dancing in front of her. It was cold out. She had the collar to her long trench coat pulled up around her neck, of course you couldn't tell, her long silver hair sprinkled with blood red streaks fell a little less than halfway down her back and fell in her face, hiding her bright red eye and pale purple eye. She had no idea why she had two different colored eyes. And the thing that bothered her even more was the cresent moon over that purple eye.
She felt stupid walking around wearing a red spaghetti strap belly shirt over long sleeve mesh that she had cut along the stomach line revealing a purple stone belly button ring and low cut jeans. It was not the smartest outfit when it was so cold. She assumed it was what she deserved for leaving in such a hurry. She was dressed to go clubbing, or so she thought, and she wasn't even planning on going anywhere near a club.
She was quite a character. Bad enough that she had black feathered wings and a french accent. She was a vampire. She grinned at her odd look. She was picked on for being born with the wings. But she loved them, she had secretly labeled herself the Angel of Blood.
She felt stupid walking around wearing a red spaghetti strap belly shirt over long sleeve mesh that she had cut along the stomach line revealing a purple stone belly button ring and low cut jeans. It was not the smartest outfit when it was so cold. She assumed it was what she deserved for leaving in such a hurry. She was dressed to go clubbing, or so she thought, and she wasn't even planning on going anywhere near a club.
She was quite a character. Bad enough that she had black feathered wings and a french accent. She was a vampire. She grinned at her odd look. She was picked on for being born with the wings. But she loved them, she had secretly labeled herself the Angel of Blood.