Darker than Black [Open]

[antique]

::Creme::

How beautiful desolation was.

Not being able to take the crowdedness that was the marketplace of Radiant Garden, Creme had chased the absentness of Hume voices, and found wonderful, wonderful silence in this place that was a wasteland.

A cold wind blew past her, lifting up strands of that strange lavender hair and floppy ears that were a reminder of her strange birth-rite. It was a strange irony, being out here, outlooking the dangerous-looking ravines--she was on the fringe of society...and this place wasn't "enjoying" the limits inside the city walls.

Speaking of which, the Heartless out here seemed to swarm. It felt like being in the desserts of Dalmasca, hunting those giant lizard-like creatures. She had never had too much of an issue with those creatures of darkness--if she willed it, it seemed the majority of them kept away. If she wanted to play (i.e. mutilate, experiment, etc.), they usually came to her in swarms.

Leaping down gracefully onto a ledge, she examined how big of a drop it would be--deciding where she should set up camp. She didn't mind being out here...in fact, the more quiet, the better.

She crouched down on her heels, and peeked over the edge in a very avian-like manner, then scooted away.

Pound.

Pound.

Creme's claws clutched at her chest, drawing little droplets of blood, causing her skin to stand up. Her left side felt the coldness of the earth, pulling her knees to her chest. There it was again, the madness seeping out of her brain; dark tendrils wriggling and tickling the diamond crevasses.

It was like a fluid ooze just dripping over her--and with no one there, there was a kind of freedom to let it run amuck.

A soft giggle escaped her lips, her red eyes wide and filled with a soft of crazed amusement.