http://dahliahasthorns.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] dahliahasthorns.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2009-09-26 12:58 am (UTC)

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/722871.html?thread=59333047#t59333047)]

She still hadn't braided her hair up by the time they got there, but coming out of that steamed hell just reminded her of last night and it took all the energy out of her. Running through boulders, through the fog, across the ice, and over the lava... Not to mention stupid riddles and Annie's... well, problem. Ugh, thinking about it made her injuries flare up more than normal and she gave a little huff before laying down on a couch to rest for a while.

A cat jumped onto her stomach once she did, some fuzzy little black thing with yellow eyes and a penchant for nuzzling her hand with its face like she was going to pet it. "Get lost," she whispered to it with a kind smile. When it didn't, she shifted her weight to lay on her side to push it off of her body. Instead, the furball leaped onto her hip and curled up there.

She hated cats. Whoever had trained this one to be so obnoxious was burning in hell.

[Oh Syncie~]

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