<i>The moon is closer today</i>She feels the gravity pulling her off her feet, falling down on her knees on the rugged floor of the room. The wooden plints are leaving splinters in the soft flesh of her knees. She is getting heavier by every passing second, there alone and waiting for the lurking danger downstairs. Oh how she wished she could see, and know what was happening beneath her in the room she had fled so silently from. Slowly she let her dark mantle glide over her soft skin, revealing the many runes and scars that she had carved in her body, her own flesh. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, she didn't need to. Her powers surged trough her veins and in the air all around her as little electric lights sparkled softly trough her hair.<br/><br/>The only moment when she could feel free, free of her restraints is when she could leave her disguise lying on the floor besides her. As if she shed her skin just for that one little moment in time, her fingers softly gliding over her the thick runes that covered her body, her hardened nipples from the cold she had summoned around her. \Her emotions were distorting inside of her, the soft frost slowly covering the floor as she caressed the supple flesh further down her body.<br/><br/>She wished she could laugh and cry and scream again, but instead she was left alone, with her thoughts, her own being.<i>If only she wasn't the only one that could save her from herself...</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>