i'm not that girl anymore. ~ WICKED

[Dakota]

Thick, ink stained pendulum was tossed from side to side across tawny flanks, that had just begun to thicken out. The damsel stood in a relaxed posture, a hind foot cocked, weight pressed all on her left side. She let a breath of carbon dioxide escape through curved nares, blowing on the damp floor. She was hidden behind a sheet of water, behind a water fall in the amaryssa terrain, the leafy vegetation draping around the liquid like a shower curtain.
Beams of light still bore through glass like surface surrounding her, creating a dappled effect across her pelt that shimmered as the water continued to plummet. Delicate visage hung low as a sign of her half consciousness, ashen lids had begun to cover hazel chasms. Water still slid off of her in sheets, after her recent rinse in the falls.

She was escaping to a euphoria, entering her dreams. They had always been much more toned down than her own reality. Or at least that's how she recalled it. Her life was simply chaotic due to recent happenings. Her daily life consisted of trying not to fall apart, let someone get a good reaction out of her, or even let old feelings resurface. She so dearly wanted to escape, find herself again. But that was a one and a million chance, she was still willing to take it.

She could be found in the falls, on one of her frequent trips, for she had no true home. She didn't need one either, a home meant having emotions tied to a certain place and the people within it. She wasn't willing to take that chance just yet. That was trusting to much, which could lead to complete horror in her eyes. She wanted nothing to do with the social aspect of MUSTANG. She would rather be alone brooding and existing within herself. But it was hard to avoid others so often. She really needed to pull herself together, put herself out there, and have some flings. Yeah, that was really going to happen, NOT. Even if that was how she felt she should run her life. She just wanted to fill that void threatening to consume her, the last time she let someone in they had wrecked everything, she still wasn't over it. The frequent flashbacks didn't help either. The recent miscarriage, and departure, I mean bad arguement leading to being left, had wrecked her. She still felt the need to push people away. Even the tiniest bit of interaction could return her to her normal mindset, of constant sulking, she didn't want to feel any emotion whatsoever. But at the moment she just seemed a bit bitter.

Lord help whoever came in contact with her. She might just bite their face off. Of course she couldn't help herself. She just felt the need to jump to conclusions. Usually she held her head up and was quite laid back. She would only talk to those who talked to her. Due to her not wanting to even meet others anymore. She wasn't who she used to be.