-In the distance, they can hear snarls and shrieks-
-Punctuated by a groan and a bellow-
-A ground pound, and the pitter patter of footsteps-
-And in sight, under a very heavy mist, a building comes into sight
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-And as you goes closer, it gets quieter-
-Winces some more, looking at Kaneki worriedly- Kaneki?
-The blood smell is getting stronger, Kaneki that it is overbearing-
-You can feel a warm trickle in your hand, familiar scent from the fluid-
-Its her blood, slightly dark purple in coloration-
-Eerily quiet-
всегда верен-Where Imca heard noises, now it is just silence-
-Rustling of trees-
-And strangely, where there were energy emissions, now there are none-
-But she can hear claws and foots impacting ground and trees-
-And glances of cat-like eyes in the dark of the trees-
-Since when is the woods this dark?-
-Where they are, all they can see are grey concrete buildings, worn and cracked-
-White and grey plants are overtaking the place, with a few trees dotted through the area as well-
-There is nothing but the sound of the howling winds, which quickly subsides-
-And their own footsteps-
-Right now, they are at a large courtyard of sorts; crates and boxes, with rusted away tanks and gunships rotting away in the middle-
-Suddenly, they hear a snarl from atop one of the nearby lower buildings-
edited 11th Jun '15 11:16:50 AM by f1r3lemon
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Everytime I do something to her, she recovers by herself. I don't plan nor want to kill her.
I live in a constant state of fear and misery.