She was not soft; she was all hard lines and edges, jagged pieces that never fit together. she was a dark shoreline, rock and mountain, she was the storm and the sadness inside your chest, and you broke yourself upon her...
Just like her father she is sharp, sharp like a knife that could kill you with one stroke. Her appearance is very feminine, and elegant and she can twist you around her finger within seconds if she wants. Although her appearance doesn't show anything of the fierceness that lies inside her she is always on her guard. Not to explode.
LIFE Raised by her father in an environment without a mother-figure because she died when Rhaella was a foal, Rhaella had to be nothing less than perfect in her father's eyes just to earn any affection from him. He was greedy, mean, obsessed with everything that was wrong. Eventhough he made her life very miserable she grown fond of him very deeply.
Out there in the vast ignorance of the world it festers and spreads. A sleepless malice as black as the oncoming wall of night. So it ever was. So will it always be.
Laatst aangepast door Mariëlle op ma 9 jan 2017 - 22:08; in totaal 1 keer bewerkt