Countless Secrets

by squidkid11 Wed Jun 25, 2014 2:39 pm

((As one of the most recent posts has said, this site is kinda dying. SO I MADE A TOPIC!))

Puddles pooled on the ground in the clearings, some up to the center of your calf. Not even the area under the trees was safe from the torrential downpour, as one pitiful figure had realized.
The cloaked shape drew the garment around her closer, trying to block out the rain and cold. Her green eyes glared up at the sky, and she-once again-cursed the weather.
What was such a figure doing out in the rain? And why had she not taken shelter like these who possessed sanity?
The girl was not insane, far from it. Her only issue was that she had nowhere to take shelter to.
The figure was a wanderer, with no place to call home, nor a place to call friendly. She carried nothing with her aside from the-now drenched-clothes on her back and her skills, which were fascinating.
Why had she not asked for shelter?
She had too many secrets to do so, some of which more deadly than others.