Fished my soul from the devil himself. {Open}

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[fancypost bgcolor=#500000; width:249px; height:80px; float: left; overflow: auto]♔ Hard- no kill- target in red {This first post was given to me by the person I adopted her from. Here on out it's me!} ♔One year ♔F1 Savannah ♔ Female ♔Suncaln ♔Gothika x Permafrost ♔ Invisibility, absorb spirits, telepathy, emotion manipulation, ♔Relationship: n/a [/fancypost]

Her pelt, that had once been as silky smooth as a newborns was now roughed and clumped. It's color that once shone proud colors of gold and brown covered in coal black spots was now dulled nowhere near it's former glory and beauty. Those copper red orbs, those orbs that once described every emotion were now dull ad void of anything at all. The savannah stumbled through the brush of the forest's undergrowth. Her pelt caught on branches, tearing out clumps. She slipped on the snow and went falling in the mud, decorating her coat with it. Yet she carried on as if she knew where she was going. She was going home.

Where had she come from. The beach, her little cabin back in the territory by the beach. Surrounded by her shells. Those precious shells, the treasures she had kept hidden away. The savannah had spent moons in that cabin. Why? Well because her lover had died. Xander, had gone and left her. He had let death take him away from her. It more then broke her heart. It broke her open and tore her into bits and filled her with rage and sorrow and horror and grief. It was made her want to tear out her insides into the outsides. It was worse then death. She was alive and he was not with her. It was as if she no longer had a place in this world anymore. So she ran away to the one place she hoped and prayed would contain her troubled soul. Being with her shells and near the ocean helped....a little. But she would not heal.
Dying alone it was as if her body started to take over from her broken heart and wayward mind. It made its way slowly to the one place it knew it belonged. Home. Elvira was coming home. And it was right before the mansion entrance that she fell over and passed out. [/fancypost]

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Her ears twitched as the voices gathered around her. One might thought she heard them all, but she didn't. Elvira was unconscionably seeking out the voice of one. One she could not hear and probably would never hear again. It was the touching that finally aroused her. Perhaps it was the bombshell cat checking her pulse, but it awoke her. Her copper red orbs opened and looked about wildly. They searched eat figures face madly until finally settling on Peppermint. "Pepper?" The savannah croaked out weakly as she stared her half sister down. Where was she? In all honesty she did not even remember coming home.

That's when she noticed the mansion and a groan rumbled from her throat. She was back at that home now. Images of her father, angry words, and drama flashed before her mind. Why would her body take her here? Perhaps because it knew this was the only place it could truly here. "Why did I come here?" She muttered softly to herself. Gods help her.
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