Thread: To the Last-Moon/ForeverMischievous

No.. I don't want to talk about it, Em.. I won't be coming in to work tomorrow, alright? I can't.. I can't keep covering for you.. Tuesdays, just isn't good for me. I need my sleep too, you know? A weak, tired voice chirped, as the elegant form of a young woman jumped over a tilted tree. The jump indicated the woman wasn't nearly as tired as her voice sounded, indicating further that he words where a lie. The woman sighed, as she itched both her eyes in frustration. Then you should check your work schedule, before you accept dates from strangers... It'll probably just end bad again, and yes I'll look into the guy as usual.. Just. Tomorrow, you have to take your shift yourself. I gotta go, Em. I'm completely destroyed, and need some rest. Not all of us sleep on our shifts.. The woman giggled slightly, in response to the giggles over the phone. Yeeah, love you too, Em. I'll see yah on Wensday, a'ght? She made a kissing sound, as she hung up the smart phone, dropping it into the bag on her right side. She wore a brown cloak, that almost dragged against the ground bellow her. It was a cloak she'd used for many years now, because of it's hood. She'd been questioned about it a few times, especially by Emily, her friend with benefits, on how old fashioned it seemed. It was just perfect to hide away that thick lock of hair, giving her off to the cult. The Cult had stopped growing, many years ago, but still had strong, powerful allies. They thought most Dragon's and Compatibles had been killed now, so no longer needed to get stronger. This had made it a little easier for Haley to hide. Haley was one of the few Compatibles left. An offspring of humans, genetically special in such a way, that they could carry a Dragon's offspring. This had been proof to some, more generous people, that the Dragons and Humans where meant to live in peace. But not the Cult. The Cult had hunted down the Compatibles, as if they where just as dangerous as the Dragons. And now, for all Haley knew, she was the only one left. The Dragons where nearly extinct as well, so she didn't understand why she was still hunted. she wasn't even sure she still was. She just found herself being completely incapable of feeling safe. She never had, in her 25 years of life. At the age of five, she had her first survival lessons, and it'd brought her up to become strong. But everything else than using a pistol and creating gadgets and traps, she had to learn herself. Her teachers weren't the most social people. They where all dead now. There was just.. Haley. Walking past a tree, Haley moved towards a small lake near a waterfall, in the outskirt forests of the town she lived in. Se went here, seeking peace. She only did for a few hours at a time, knowing damn well she never would find peace, but this was the kind of place her father had done so. Desperately longing for the safety he felt by a lake back home in Europe, she sought out places like this. Hoping for a moment of rest. A moment, without paranoia. Not even when she had fun with Emily, did she feel safe. Not when she had sex. Not when she was once in prison. Never, had she felt safe. Haley sighed, as she removed the cloak from her shoulders, letting it drop on the ground behind her. This revealed a pair of tight jeans, with several small holes in them. A tight tank top, causing her curves to show off in all their pride. And finally, a special, large bag hanging from her shoulders. Inside it, was many different trinkets and gadgets. But more importantly, her large handgun. She'd practiced using these, ever since she was six, and never went very far without it. A specially hand crafted Desert Eagle. Her pride. Her protector. Haley looked at the watch on her arm, but not to check the time. The watch was specially designed as well, and had a sensor that started vibrating against her wrist, if there where any human lifeforms near her. More proof, why the Gyldenhart where some of the last to survive. But the watch made no reactions, telling her that she was alone. So she reached behind her head, loosening the braid in her hair, releasing the long lustrous locks, revealing the pink one among them. Her odd eyes, one emerald green and one a dim red, gazed over the lake, as she slowly dropped down on her knees, sitting herself comfortably, wondering how long she'd be able to stay here, without getting chills. She knew it was coming. The paranoia. She was never safe. They would always be there...