Ryquim's Moonlit Walk

Ryquim walked along a misty path, head down. "You are not needed..." The words replayed over and over in her head, seemingly endless. Like a record player that's been stuck. The moon gave small comfort to her as its beams flowed down and through her hair, making her eyes glint in the starry night. The trees seemed to weep in their twisted and tangled state, like an unorganized army frozen in place. Ryquim felt at home here, no one bothered to step foot out here. The nightly breeze blew, making her coal-black hair blow with it. She sighed and remembered how lonely it felt to be on her own.







(Thinking about making this a bf contest but IDK yet. XD Anyone can reply!!!!)

a hooded wolverine sat in the high trees,a glass bottle in his grip,glaring up at the moon"this curse is going to kill me..."