Post by Jasmin L. Duman on Jun 8, 2019 1:32:10 GMT
A gentle breeze would pass by as the sun set in the distance set upon the horizon casting an orange mystifying glare over the snow blanketed wilds of russia. This sight soothed the soul of the young spectator, Jasmine L. Duman the last of her mother and fathers children and now head of whatever their family once owned. It didn’t look like much just a beat up cabin in the freezing wilds on a mountain , but it was home. The young lady in question was watching the scene was inside her family’s home watching from a window down below ,she was a young effeminate appearing women with a very petite frame that would make her seem like the most delicate of flowers amongst anyone's garden , but even the most gorgeous rose has its thorns. Duman had been living in the mountains for consolation of sorts her parents drove her to achieve the status of a soldier , but seeing as her parents and brother met an untimely demise this was the least she could do. Maybe she was crazy or delusional for having feelings of remorse , for a father who beat her , a mother who nearly broke her everyday and a brother who despised her. In the end though they made her an excellent soldier and there was a time before the reich that they where a happy family.
The youthful looking female quincy would slow look at the rest of the small cabin not much just a few chairs a table that currently held her cooked and seasoned bear meat , and a door leading to the bedroom where the bathroom was attached. She had never bothered sleeping upstairs everything up their belonged to her father and mother , her being there felt wrong in a way. Her eyes would dart back to the window as she felt a faint spiritual pressure dancing upon the rim of her senses. “It’s not a hollow , or one of those freaky humans...so this may be a shinigami” she said as she stood from her crouched position in the window pulling out a second plate and utensil placing them on the table. She would then walk over to a large chunk of a broken mirror that was hung on the wall , what happened next five awkward minutes of the most terrifying smiles ever. She soon gave up and pulled a chair outside , if she couldn't fix her resting “i have no emotions face” she could at least be hospitable since she doesn't want any trouble.
The youthful looking female quincy would slow look at the rest of the small cabin not much just a few chairs a table that currently held her cooked and seasoned bear meat , and a door leading to the bedroom where the bathroom was attached. She had never bothered sleeping upstairs everything up their belonged to her father and mother , her being there felt wrong in a way. Her eyes would dart back to the window as she felt a faint spiritual pressure dancing upon the rim of her senses. “It’s not a hollow , or one of those freaky humans...so this may be a shinigami” she said as she stood from her crouched position in the window pulling out a second plate and utensil placing them on the table. She would then walk over to a large chunk of a broken mirror that was hung on the wall , what happened next five awkward minutes of the most terrifying smiles ever. She soon gave up and pulled a chair outside , if she couldn't fix her resting “i have no emotions face” she could at least be hospitable since she doesn't want any trouble.
WC:420
TWC:420
Takano Hirai
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