Biography
Cotton ball brain, stuck in the rain
dripping in whimsy, seething in pain
She felt sick. So sick she couldn't tell if it started in her head or her stomach. Her mind buzzed so vigorously she wouldn't be surprised if the creatures around could hear her vulnerability. It drew her to anxiety. Caressing her maw with an ashy tongue, the female seemed at a loss. Confused, dazed, perhaps seeing stars- nobody knew. Her dewy eyes that had held starlight were the only gateway to her frivolous notions. A chaotic storm that flooded her head, allowing the water works to bubble up and out her sockets in the gallons. She couldn't help but start such an act in the thought.
A tear came to part her cheek fluff, the hair white yet so horribly stained. Perhaps at one time the area around her eyes were to have been frost-touched, and horribly blinding. However, now, it held an inky tar that seemed to scare the good majority of those around. As if it made her soul any less infantile; her being any less whole.
She had little idea where she was, where she'd been, and memories in between. Simply a wavering blur similar to her thin figure; her body nearly a willow in comparison to the normal man.
Here came her sniffles and whimpers, nose attempting, with all its might, to keep the snot from falling through her flaring nares. Yet, she couldn't help it -OH!- she couldn't help it! Thus, it didn't take long for her to lose the motivation to keep her poise and dignity. It only took a matter of moments before she was down right crying. Gentle streams that lined her cheeks; a baby's sort of sob. Something light, and cute, and so horribly winsome.
Sniffle. Sniffle. Sniffle.
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