<span style="font-style: italic">The day had almost ended, evening had arrived, the sun just beginning to set below the grey cloud ridden horizon. All around, nature was whispering about the coming of colder weather, as people scurried to and fro, bundled up in coats, scarves, hats and gloves. The air all around was chilled, and with each individual breath, a puff of white fog could be seen. No one in this crowd could ever know the darkness that lurked all around them, as they were all too focused on trying to get whatever they were doing done, so that they could go home and warm up either near a fire, or with a nice cup of tea. However, despite the ignorance and blindness of the humans rushing all around, shadows creep, slinking down alley ways, streets that were less populated. There was no denying that this side of the town existed, whether or not those creatures of the light realized it.<br/><br/>A small individual makes her way in to the city of Paris, France. A rather odd individual to say the least, long white hair billowed around her face as a gust of wind announced her arrival, once she had set foot upon the streets. Golden eyes look around, trying to find something. No one saw her, no one stopped to look, not one noticed that she wore nothing but a black, white and grey Victorian styled dress, and a simple black shawl over her shoulders. The young woman did not even have shoes upon her pale feet. Even though she was being ignored, it did not seem to bother her. Not in the least.<br/><br/>After a small moment of standing and trying to figure out where she was to be going, the girl looks up when she felt a cold something drift to land upon her cheek. One by one, small white snow flakes began to fall, and not before too long it was a light flurry, sticking to her clothes and hair, and to the tips of her long black eyelashes. Lowering her gaze, she sighs ever so softly, and begins to walk once more, each footstep she took was recorded in the snow that was on the ground, only to be wiped clean again by more of the cold substance as it fell on to the print. No matter where she went, this sort of thing happened. She did not have a choice in the matter, it was just who she happened to be.<br/><br/>Still, as she walked, no one seemed to give her a second thought, though at one point a young boy tugs at his mothers hand, pointing her the pale female's direction. He went on and on, saying that the girl looked cold, that she had no shoes on, that she was going to freeze, but her mother just pulls the youngster along, telling him that they had no time to deal with strangers, not even looking where her son was pointing. He glanced back, a sad look on his face, and waves sadly. The girl returns the wave, half raising her hand up, and feebly moving her hand, before setting it softly against her chest, a sad look on her face as she gazes after the receding figure of the mother and her little son.<br/><br/>She felt a slightly warm wetness drip down her cheek, and raises her hand to touch it, realizing that she was crying. Why? What was the need? To cry over something so trivial. But she knew deep down it was the reason why she was here. She wanted to belong, not feel alone. But no matter where she went, this was always the end result, even if she actually tried her hardest. It seemed that there was nothing she could do about it.<br/><br/>Needing to move on, ignoring the fact that it was snowing even harder now, piling up quickly all around, she makes her way down the street, trying to find what she was looking for. She knew that it was around her somewhere, but its' exact location was what she was having a rather difficult time with. It would be some time, and not before long she was in the business district, with the nearest building being a cafe, the scent of sweet coffees and baked goods drifting towards her. Pausing by the window, she gazes inside, but does not move to open the door that was just a few feet away.<br/><br/>Her arrival had caused something, and things were going to happen. Ice, snow, cold, it all was around. No one noticed her, not one stopped. Who was she? Why was she here? Sometimes...she did not know herself. Why she was even around, why she existed. Maybe, just maybe...she would find the answers here, in this glorious, beautiful city.</span>