Seraphina Shel'tah
Kinky Darth Pinky
[member="Rykev Shel'tah"]
I'm alone. You left me. Why? I don't understand what I did wrong brother. I need you. Please, come home. Mother and father miss you, I miss you. I can't take this anymore! Sera woke from her dream, or nightmare. She's had the same dream now for so long she couldn't really tell if it was a nightmare anymore, now that she could predict the outcome from the moment it began. It was as if she was watching a moment in her life unfolding in some distant future. She hated that dream. Always waking the moment she yelled at Rykev.
Covered in sweat, her eyes had welled up this time. That was an unusual symptom, but at this point nothing really surprised her. He haunted her dreams on a regular basis. Some dark entity hiding out in her deep subconscious, waiting for her to sleep simply to torment her once more. Her destiny was restless sleep for what seemed like years, and she was growing tired of its relentless assault on her very being.
Where the hell are you, Rykev?
Sera stepped out of bed, wandering to the window of her hotel room, glancing down to the street below as the rain tapped its rhythm gently against the glass. A few souls walked by as she observed, and the sound of sirens could be heard off in the distance. She looked up to the evening sky, lit by a collage of stars before her attention was once again tugged to the street below. She looked. The girl gasped. Her eyes focused as if she were a machine, transfixed on this one being as it meandered through the street. Under what looked to be makeshift bounty hunter equipment she noticed the unmistakeable markings. It's him. IT'S HIM. Without thinking she rushed down the stairs to the front door and out to the street.
Sera stood in the rain, her hand held up slightly, as if reaching for him, before shouting, [member="Rykev Shel'tah"] !
I'm alone. You left me. Why? I don't understand what I did wrong brother. I need you. Please, come home. Mother and father miss you, I miss you. I can't take this anymore! Sera woke from her dream, or nightmare. She's had the same dream now for so long she couldn't really tell if it was a nightmare anymore, now that she could predict the outcome from the moment it began. It was as if she was watching a moment in her life unfolding in some distant future. She hated that dream. Always waking the moment she yelled at Rykev.
Covered in sweat, her eyes had welled up this time. That was an unusual symptom, but at this point nothing really surprised her. He haunted her dreams on a regular basis. Some dark entity hiding out in her deep subconscious, waiting for her to sleep simply to torment her once more. Her destiny was restless sleep for what seemed like years, and she was growing tired of its relentless assault on her very being.
Where the hell are you, Rykev?
Sera stepped out of bed, wandering to the window of her hotel room, glancing down to the street below as the rain tapped its rhythm gently against the glass. A few souls walked by as she observed, and the sound of sirens could be heard off in the distance. She looked up to the evening sky, lit by a collage of stars before her attention was once again tugged to the street below. She looked. The girl gasped. Her eyes focused as if she were a machine, transfixed on this one being as it meandered through the street. Under what looked to be makeshift bounty hunter equipment she noticed the unmistakeable markings. It's him. IT'S HIM. Without thinking she rushed down the stairs to the front door and out to the street.
Sera stood in the rain, her hand held up slightly, as if reaching for him, before shouting, [member="Rykev Shel'tah"] !