Remembrants...

[Desdemona]

The old house... destroyed. All of it, and the remains is what she sat in. On one of the high walls of the dungeon, staring down at the many bloodstained rocks of memories...

~The insanity... the births... the deaths, the prisoners, the marriages, the mistakes, all of it! ... Couldn't be taken back. How.. how did I get into this mess? Where was my mind when my body was acting? Jill... even Jill acts smarter than me and she's an insane delinquent! This house... I put all my love and hard work into this house and I end up with pain and anger. Anger towards no one, towards nothing. Hard to comprehend? I'd gladly switch places with you.

Take my long brown hair... Copy my green eyes... Tan my pale skin... and wish me a beggar. That's all I am now. I have given up almost my entire life, and though I enjoy helping Kale raise her children, I can't help feeling just... out of the loop. Who even knows I'm here? No one, that's who. At least, I hope... If someone found me here, all alone? I'd be laughed at... for thinking such silly thoughts of fixing everything...

But, let's look at the larger picture at least... Everyone's happy, right? Amos has his Kale for two months and a girlfriend... Robin happily getting along with Kale and stuck in two marriages. I laugh because it's funny...~ The girl chuckled ~That's all I want. For everyone to be happy and yet... I can't help but feel sad.. I don't know why, and frankly, Kale won't care if I try to vent out to her. She's tired of all my crap anyway... I am as well, too.. but I just can't make it disappear!!~

All these thoughts ran through the woman's head. The wolf girl sitting on the pile of rocks, staring down into the very same cell that she was kept durin gher outbreak.

"And now look... I'm treating this Cheetah boy the same way as I did Keegan..." Des said, bringing her right knee to her chest and resting her forehead on it. "Damnit... Please someone tell me what's right in my life!"

[princesscastley]

A light cough slipped from his throat as he continued down the winding road. He led the life of a wonderer, not knowing where to go next, not knowing what to do next. It was all played out by ear. Jire was his name and traveling was his game. That's how it'd always been.

You'd think that him being so used to going from place to place without attachments that he'd be quite the expert at blending in, but in fact, it was just the opposite. His hair was an obnoxious neon blue color, and his eyes a nice bright purple to compliment them, making him as far off from normal as they can come. 'Oh, why doesn't he wear a hood?' Well, he very well could, but he's Jire, so he doesn't. Instead he's adorned with a bright yellow rain-slicker looking jacket with firey orange trim. Ha, so much for blending in.

Jire whistled as he walked along, only half paying attention to what was going on around him. Despite the lack of alertness that he was experiencing, he was still able to manage a quick glance at the jumble of wreckage that Des was sitting in. Doing a quick double take, suddenly, curiosity grabbed hold of him, pushing him toward the seemingly abandoned rubble. "Hello?" He stood on his tip toes, trying to look around, maybe salvage something interesting? As always, playing it by ear.

[Desdemona]

Des' head snapped up, her green eyes gleaming with sudden anger and alertness. "Who's ther?!" She demanded to know, standing upon her pile of rubble. "Show yourself, coward." She yelled, her voice echoing. Narrowing her eyes, she looked around, standing as still as possible when she saw his hair. The Wolf Girl morphed and bounded at him at incredible speeds and soon was upon him, leaping, planning on tackle then question. Her white fur was ridged along her back, her tail bristled, ears back and teeth gleaming with dog spit.

[princesscastley]

Jire held a hand up, creating a bluey-purple aura around him. Said aura was to protect him against attacks, such as this, acting as a sort of force field. "Woooh woh, littley miss. I mean you no harm." He laughed, inspecting the demonoid. As if he wasn't odd enough at first glance, but it was also the strange powers he held that set him apart from others. A magic user. An odd dressed - odd haired - magic useing, wanderer. How much sketchier can you get?

[Desdemona]

Des seemingly stopped in midair for a split second and was sitting in front of him in her wolf form. "Magic user... You're not the only one..." She muttered, ears back as her fur settled down. "Alright, who sent you here?" She asked, snarling. "Whoever it was sent you to the wrong place, I don't need help from strangers." She glared.