Hiding, always hiding. Playing sick had gotten to its limits and there was no way in hell she’d be caught in a dress unless it was absolutely necessary. As usual, Tarlaka was talking a walk through her favorite part of the garden and took a seat on a bench, right beside the roses, which were all withered up because it was winter. Tarlaka ran a hand through her bi-coloured hair and sighed slightly before crossing her angles and letting her elbows rest on her thighs. No one knew but Mephista and hopefully he didn’t tell anyone, she could just imagine the reaction if anyone here found out she’s never be able to look at anything again. Being female sucked. Tarlaka was dressed down today, she didn’t wear her metal breast plate since that didn’t really fit around the middle anymore, which really sucked, boots were there, but the metal that usually went around her thighs was gone, and her swords were nowhere to be seen. All she looked was fat in her black body suit.
Pulling her black wings close to her back and lowered her head slightly and pressed her hands to her face. She wasn’t dressed to well for winter, but luckily it wasn’t snowing. Tarlaka thought she was relatively safe out in the sleeping garden all on her own, who would go about here? Tarlaka wouldn’t if she hadn’t made this a daily thing, who knew that this would be such a hard decision? Bah. Tarlaka grumbled and pulled hands from her face and rested her head on them.
�This sucks, Denkou... You suck.�
She stated out loud, her voice muffled a little by the palm of her hand. So, Tarlaka sat there with a million things going through her head, looking a little pudgy around the middle. Would they believe her if she said she’s taken to midnight feasts? With her luck, they wouldn’t.