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Persephone Aradia Wolfgang is, by all means, abnormal. Perhaps her unusual nature is due to the circumstances of her birth, the sinful moment in which she was conceived forever tainting her destiny. Born to Seraphina Wolfgang and Doomspaw Xerxes, Persephone's grand debut in the realm of the living was a rather quiet one. Her small, pale body didn't seem like it was (or ever would be) equipped to handle the harshness of reality and not a single noise had escaped her upon being thrust into the world. Only adding to her sense of fragility were the two hollow caves boring into where her eyes should have been and the soon realization that she was partially deaf.

Despite the doubts of many, Persephone somehow managed to survive her early childhood and grew up to be a healthy child, albeit a small one. The eyeless sockets in her skull were, under mysterious circumstances, sewn shut with glittering, silver thread shortly after her birth. Her lack of eyesight doesn't appear to hinder her too much, however. Persephone "sees" by sensing the auras of the living. Each individual's spirit bares a unique feeling and it is through this sensation that Persephone recognizes those around her. This sensation also allows her to perceive the emotions of her companions and respond accordingly. Her "responses" usually consist of her projecting her own feeling towards whomever she is trying to communicate with, a technique that she has been using since it first became apparent that she was mute. Occasionally, the girl will be able to muster up enough strength to send a telepathic message to someone, but this is a rarity as it is extremely difficult for her.

Besides her physical aspect, Persephone cannot be described nor explained. Her actions seem to be taken with the best of intentions and yet there are times when she is overwhelmingly amoral, she can be as quick to violence as she is to peace, and the only apparent loyalty she possesses is to her family. No one knows what is going on beneath the surface and, quite frankly, neither does she. Her future is as unpredictable as she is. All that is certain about her is that there is a dark, unnerving power writhing within her. She seems to be straddling two worlds: one that is vibrant and alive and another that is silent and cold. Eventually, push will come to shove she will fall to one side or the other. Only time can tell what consequence this action will bring.

The state that Persephone existed in was...unnatural. She was blind to her surroundings and yet she could "see" those around her, could feel them almost as if they were simply an extension of her body. The souls of those around her lit up a colorful map within her soul and it was by this map that she navigated by. On her good days, one could hardly tell that she didn't have any eyes if they had been observing the smooth, confident way in which she walked.

The soft light pouring through the open curtains warmed Persephone's fur, its gentle touch disturbing her sleep and telling her that morning had arrived. Ignoring the unwanted presence, she allowed herself to remain caught between reality and the Land of Nod, the world expanding around her as her senses ran free. She could feel the couple in the house down the street embrace each other, could taste the sharp clap of coffee on the female's lips. Down on the beach, she could sense the raw sadness of a child as his toy boat was swept out to sea, the vicious white-tipped waves easily capsizing the small vessel. She murmured soft words to the mournful spirit, prodded and toyed with the sadness. The boy turned away from the ocean. He was smiling.

Get up. She moved in one fluid motion, twisting out of the embrace of her blankets and easily dropped to the floor. Landing in a crouch, she barely heard the muffled thud of her paws making contact with the wooden floor through the silence ringing in her ears. Five steps to the right. Turn at the bedpost. Fifteen steps forward. The girl had walked this path many times before and had by now memorized it. Nonetheless, she repeated the mantra to herself until she was safely out of her room. Twenty feet to the left. Turn. Ten paces forward. Don't trip on the carpet. Doorknob is two feet above you.

The kitsune whisked out of her family's abode, the sun smattering kisses on her face as she stepped into the light. It was an unusual feeling, being outside for once, but she had a job to do. She took a step forward, her nine tails rising and falling as if caught in an unseen wind. "Meet and greet." The weak telepathic message radiated out from her as she took a seat on the warm ground.

Curiosity was an impulse that Persephone had learned to restrain and extinguish. She had, from a young age, been stuck in the mindset that curiosity only caused one to deviate from their path and served no real purpose other than being a distraction from life's tedious ways. Out on the fringes of her senses, she could feel a living soul moving to and fro, no clear motive presenting itself to her. Whatever the creature was doing, he appeared to be doing so for the simple reason of wanting to: there was no sense of urgency in his steps. She sniffed and set back to cleaning her room, decisively ignoring the other SunClanner. If whoever was out there wanted to waste their time walking back and forth, she wouldn't try to tell them otherwise.

The warmth in the air had already been leeched away by the night by the time Persephone noticed that whomever she had been observing previously had finally stopped. Not only had they stopped, but there was also a curious, energetic spirit with them. She turned her head sharply to the side, almost as if she had expected to see the pair by her side. The younger of the two felt confused to her. Perhaps he had asked a question? She paused for a moment, debating whether or not she should investigate. What if it was something important? Was something going on that would affect her in the future? The kitsune quickly turned around and made her way outside.

It took the girl awhile to find the mysterious pair (she was still working on memorizing the layout of the city), but the asphalt underfoot eventually fell away into soft grains of sand. She swiftly trotted towards the duo, the sewn shut sockets of where her eyes should have been leveled out with the eyes of the older of the two, an eerie action that gave off the impression that she could see him. She tilted her head to the side to indicate an unspoken question, sending a small pulse of confusion towards the male as she did so. Hopefully, he would be able to understand her form of communication.