<it may be a fire within her, but eventually it does nothing but burn her. The pain she lividly blamed on him, but it was she who was fanning the flames. Perhaps a new fire need to be lit? A gentler, softer yet no less exciting one. She has only seen its flames through another's>

<eyes. Through Taylor, who has shown her the depths of new feelings, and sometimes through the eyes of doomed men who believed they were in the presence of their new, or old, love. But she herself thought she was incapable of feeling such a thing. Now she questions. Who deemed>

<this so? And why? Who set forth this ancient dance of death and demand all others follow its steps? No. Not she. There was another path, a different dance. One few have taken, and one he has deemed unworthy of following. Perhaps, this is a dance she will follow alone. From >

<afar, to save them both from the pain. It hurts to ignore the fire, that was why she was agonizing earlier, in the cave filled with colors. She tilted her head back and sang to the leaves, a new, bright and full song. One she will likely sing again. None existed who could>

<tell what she can and cannot be. Moral or immoral is for her to discover. She is likely to fall, but this gives her a chance to dance to her songs. A proclamation, not one of hate or pain, but something new. Something bold. Something that, when the time is right, she will tell>

<to listening ears. It is likely that she will be turned away, perhaps even slain. So be it. It will be a fate that she will decide for herself instead of settling for what is now a broken and twisted way of life. So she will love, and learn little by little, day by day, what>

<exactly that means. And if she is lucky, she will be loved back.

//Happy Turkey day!

"This one has done her best. She can only hope now that it was enough. And hope that /they/ leave soon."

//sorry y'all, gotta work on my paper a bit :/

"Skylar...it might be a good idea to send Puck over to this one's residence. It's not...safe."

//now I gotta go cause I got a study date with a cute boy... So be back later!

"Puck!" She barked to Naila Caspian "Your presence is needed at this one's pond."

"Skylar? Have you seen Damian? This one cannot find him..."

//this next part isn't going to be fun. I apologize in advance.

Not too late... Not too late... Please, don't be too late... Like a chant, a prayer, the words echoed through her very being as she ran. Looking, hunting, praying. That's all she could do. She /must/ find him. Before it was... Too late. She fiercely denied what she suspected>

<was true. He was strong, stronger than most. Maybe he could resist? Maybe if he saw her, he could turn from the demoness. Please...please... Exasperated and growing desperate, she took to calling out for Damian Spiros "Damian! Please! Where are you?.." Her lips formed the next>

<next word, trying, attempting, but 'I' would not come. "...This one needs you."

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