Cera and Daxton

Cera: Being within the forest for a long stroll to clear it's head. A sigh came from the being's throat. Having crimson life on it's face across from it's left eye spreading diagonally to the right side of it's chin. Wearing upon it's figure was a long onyx trench coat that it was in it's barest form underneath. Only this morning the women had turned back into a human after wolfing out late the previous night. Shaking her head while her strands were matted from leaves and dirt. The only thing the women had aside from the coat was a bag that held a wallet, a small blanket, and some spare clothes. That's it. She didn't really see the purpose in carrying heavy. Be ready to travel, that was her motto. Her tannish ivory flesh peeked out of the jacket, while her hazelnut irises shined in the light. Slightly shivering due to being frightened of why she was covered in blood. She had also obtained scars on her torso and on her shoulders of slashes from either swords or claw marks. Not really sure of which. Her strands were almost black but really they were dark chocolate. It was obvious she wasn't from there. After a little bit she stumbled upon a lake within the depths of the land. Placing her bag by the edge but far enough for it not to fall in. Also placing her jacket upon it. Taking a step into the cool water, as the crimson life started to fall away. Once fully in the water, she closed her gaze for a moment, she began humming a tune. It was a Russian folklore song. It was one that her mother sang to her when she was a child. ( https://youtu.be/lA6diOlG0s4 ) Even though she was humming a song that was Russian, she truly was Italian. Pure Italian. She spent some of her youthful years in Italy. Having the best food, money could by. Seeing all the art she wished. Enjoying the sights as well as enjoying the people. Her voice echoed around almost like a siren song. Though she was far from a siren. Stopping the humming and whispers to herself in her native language, "Oh dei, aiutami." (Oh gods, help me.) Lacing her fingers together and Kept her gaze closed as she leaned her forehead against hands in a praying stance.

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