T.W. scars,starving
She was all alone when she showed up.Or so it seemed.She was dressed in ragged clothes that were barely holding on to her un naturally thin frame.She looked like she hadn't eaten more than a few berries for weeks and scars ,some fresh and some healed long ago,branded her body. Lines where tears had rolled down her face cut through the mud and dirt.Her hair was matted and tangled and she was shivering. But it was her eyes that were the most disturbing...They looked brown and forgettable, other than the dark mist that seemed to be nestled in them.She was alone; other than the creature inside...
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Stories i write ig
RandomI get bored and write these. Some are amazing and some are complete and utter piles of cow shit but if u want here they are :) i might also be ranting on here or share some art or other stuff idk. cover art isnt mine just saying so please dont hold...
