<em><strong>"Todo que usted será .. Ya fue escrito"</strong></em><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">[All that you'll be .. it was already written.]</span><br/><br/>Had the world finally caught up to her? Or was she still running? Running for freedom .. or running from the truth. Either way .. she had to keep running. Run .. run. Again, and again. All she could do, to escape, was to run. She could smell the scent of game upon the air, as the cool, crisp wind struck her face, chilld her bones and flushed her of all colour. But never did she cross the scent, of another living being. Nothing to console her loneliness, to help her break from the madness of being alone. Forever she would be lost within her mindless reveries. Lost upon her aimless journey, and her helplessness, would soon become her greatest weakness. She had fallen, far from the grace that had once been herself.<br/><br/>Nimble digits brushed across her cheek, each knuckle kissed with a silver ring. Pale skin glimmered in the beating light of the sun. The weather had stricken her lately, hindered her progress. The white tunic had been let open down the center .. exposing the smooth lines of her body, but tied to conceal the necessary. A small silver cross was nestled comfortably between the soft curves of her breasts, it's position reflected the light, as if there was a burning star center her bosom. There was no trouncing about as Oleander today. Today she was strictly Esmerelda. The heat forced her to expose the femme beneath the clothes.<br/><br/>Pushing forth along the beaten path, the scent of life brushed past her and those sea green eyes danced further along the given trail. Studying the marks made within the world. There was someone else there. She could barely make him out upon the horizon but as she grew nearer, his visage became clear. A soft smile played across her lips, before they parted for her to speak. Her voice rolled forth in a soft purr. Her accent light hearted and her tone kind.<br/><br/><em>" You look just as lost as I am"</em><br/><br/>A heartfelt giggle was tossed into the air then. Esmerelda had never seen someone whom paled in pigment as she did. Nor had she ever seen the likes of this man .. his difference almost made her want to lable him an outsider .. an enemy.. but alas, strangers were friends waiting to be made.