The burden of her past hung heavy over her head, a cloud composed of nothing but negativity. She allowed her lower jaw to clench, but the thick shadows that clung to her beautiful face told the tale of much unhappiness. But, perhaps, that was her fate. To live in utter despair and hate and watch others live like happy.. normal people. She stiffened as her teleporter blood already felt ashamed of belonging to such a saddened mind. This was not supposed to bother her. This was, in her twisted world, normal. And that made it even more pathetic in her intense eyes. At least, beneath the supple, fat belly of the moon it all seemed right. The darkness was a comforting blanket, where beasts belonged to wallow in themselves.
She stiffened, closing her fathomless brown eyes as the youth of her face was brought out much more as the dancing silver tendrils of the moon touched it. It lifted the shadows of her face, showing her age of 15, although the seriousness and intensity of her eyes and the anger of her body, and the rigidness of her stance told of an older person. Not to mention, her physical body seemed fully bloomed and fit. Perhaps it was just how her species endured the introduction of hate, anger, war, and bloodshed. But.. that was natural to her. As natural as Mother Earth, as natural as the wind and sky.
Ziarre had ditched Toviel in a pub, knowing she'd collect his woozy self in an hour or few. But what would she do until then? Right now, she stood, watching the light from the windows down the road. The moon was out and the sky was an abyss with silver specks lost in it's folds. She had nothing, not a someone, to go too. Hell, this was her life. How.. pathetic it was. Maybe someone needed an assasin? But she didn't feel violent. No, the ruby around her neck was cold and lifeless. She knew now, that what she felt, was lonliness.
She bitterly spat on the ground and and leaned against a building, pressing her spine against the rough, coarse stone. The darkness that plagued the corner suited her mood just fine. Perhaps someone would dare mess with her... Or perhaps, she'd just stand here and wait for the hour to be up and collect that be-damned man from his love - his love of booze.