The autumn season, the season of falling leaves, strong winds, and yet storms. With that said it was a strong winded afternoon, clouds filled the red and orange sky. Piles of colored leaves being pushed around by the wind as the village people raked them aside. There in the streets walked a young girl of bright red hair, bright blue eyes, and yet shared a blank face of that without interest. Her face seemed to seep into the crowd she followed however what kept her separate from them was her band with the village crest wrapped on her arm.
Then again, she was still but a young adult. She had the face like a doll, her size was so short, if anything she looked so feeble compared to her true nature. However, even with such a hardened past so early in life did have a fear. She feared storms, lighting that clashed and the thunder crash. Not many knew this, mostly because the way she shows her fear is to run off without showing anyone it, keeping her fear to herself and dealing with it alone. Even with her caring parents and younger brother she kept anything she felt weak against to herself, as if to somehow overcome it to be a stronger woman.
Either ways the sky was getting darker by the minute, and there she walked on the streets, only to stop and sit under a tree for a little. She pulled her knees to her chest, sitting her folded arms uptop of them and resting her head on her knees, peering her eyes out to just scan the people who went by. She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment to think to herself. "Please just pass by, I don't want this..." She said to herself, mumbling to the storm overhead. She usually would go up to others and say hello, though that was something she assumed she fixed of herself. She was suppose to be more sociable but how hard is that when you don't know how to.
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Then again, she was still but a young adult. She had the face like a doll, her size was so short, if anything she looked so feeble compared to her true nature. However, even with such a hardened past so early in life did have a fear. She feared storms, lighting that clashed and the thunder crash. Not many knew this, mostly because the way she shows her fear is to run off without showing anyone it, keeping her fear to herself and dealing with it alone. Even with her caring parents and younger brother she kept anything she felt weak against to herself, as if to somehow overcome it to be a stronger woman.
Either ways the sky was getting darker by the minute, and there she walked on the streets, only to stop and sit under a tree for a little. She pulled her knees to her chest, sitting her folded arms uptop of them and resting her head on her knees, peering her eyes out to just scan the people who went by. She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment to think to herself. "Please just pass by, I don't want this..." She said to herself, mumbling to the storm overhead. She usually would go up to others and say hello, though that was something she assumed she fixed of herself. She was suppose to be more sociable but how hard is that when you don't know how to.
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Last edited by Hitomi Shiruku on Thu Feb 19, 2015 11:24 pm; edited 1 time in total
Some call it autumn, some call it fall, and some even refer to it as that season that comes before winter, no matter what one called it, Karma hated the season that plagued the lands for three whole months before transitioning into winter. The occasional festivities didn’t bother her nor contribute to her hatred of autumn, nor did the strong winds or falling leaves. Not even the occasional storm, which was a rare occurrence may she add, was the reason for her hatred. Yet that would have a curious person asking why she hated autumn so much, and they would certainly get a straightforward answer. Autumn, or fall as Karma liked to call it, signaled the end of summer and the beginning of winter. She hated the cold, a lot, and she hated winter even more if the island was unfortunate enough to get snow for she hated trudging through that stuff. On top of it all, a lot of people seemed to die during the winter season, and the death of her mother’s people due to something other then old age or dying on the line of duty didn’t sit well with her. Really, fall didn’t have on redeeming quality to Karma and that was extremely sad since winter had at least one.