fierceli ;

_{^{this world is no longer their own.}} IT BELONGS TO THE DEAD. _{^{torn apart and made anew atop trenches of destruction. all that she once knew has been sacrificed for the sake of her life. the way she lived, survived, and allowed herself to trust. you adapt, and if you don’t,}} you die. _{^{it’s that cut - and - dried.}}

FRIEND OR FOE ? _{^{a question in which uncertainty will always persist.}} 

_{^{reluctance wears strongly upon a girl}} of steel and thorns. _{^{she maintains cautious distance between herself and the looming threat brought in by this foreign approach. instinct tilts toward foe.}}  

_{^{“  i can’t help you, you need to go.  ”    /    @girlmartyr}}

she’s   mud   clad   and   blood   stained  _{.   some   her   own  ,  most   drip  from   casualties   she’d    witnessed .   a   girl   forged   from   the   hounds   of   hell  themselves  ,   her   nimble   digits   find   comfort   in   the   sweet   release   of   the   trigger .   aim  for   the   heart ,   they’d   whisper .   winds   whistling   as   the   hounds   howl  ;   a   girl   alone   within   a   world   overthrown    by   terror .   her   own   flesh   remains   pure  ,  yet   inkling   of   guilt   echoes   through   her   mind .}   SURVIVOR. 

_{‘ it’s   about   to   get   dark . ‘    cautious   steps   ,    elena   side    sweeps   herself   against   sanctuary’s   window .   gaze   lingering   upon   the   outside   ;   a   world   so   unlike   the   one   she’d   once   known .  ‘  please . ‘   vocals   plead  ,   matted   ebony  tresses   cling  to   sweat   clad   cheekbones  .   ‘   one   night .  ‘   a   beat  ,  she   swallows   her   pride   and   clings   to   the   hopes   that   she’s   stumbled   upon   an   ally.  ‘  one  night   and   then  i’ll  be   gone . ‘}