Date: 2011-11-30 12:57 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] dealing-death.livejournal.com
Fire. Fire would be nice. The metal that was molded to fit her small frame grew cold when the sun was down. She would like nothing more then to peel off the heavy breast plate and shoulders and feel the warmth on her skin. Man made sun.

Sun.

As she made her way closer she held out her hand, envious of the way the golden light warmed the color of her skin.

"I am not a theif." Selene announced as she finally made herself completely known. Her long dark hair hung in unkept waves down her back and over her shoulders, some of it twisted into braids. Pulling it to the side she removed the heavy armor and set it on the ground. Leaving her in a chain mail dress over hand stitched leather pants.

A woman in pants. Viktor only allowed women who were Death Dealers to do such a thing. When they were not sowing the seeds of war against the Lycan she was draped in dresses of silk and made to look like a doll. "The moon will be full tonight."

Without any fear of this man she sat near the fire, rubbing her hands together when they had absorbed some of the heat. She closed her eyes and sighed, she missed the sun.
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