Desreal: you haven't got me yet, but you might

When your father is an animal that stretches the limits of fantasy, with scales and claws and razor teeth, you tend not to be afraid of much of anything. She knew nothing of the devils that lurked in the hearts of the most simple-looking creatures. Nor did she know that her father was not the only monster which lurked the green wilderness of Desreal.

For the past few days Era had spent most of her time in the land of rogues. The mountains had been infected by some surreal force. Symptoms and methods of suffering varied by elements; Era was one of the luckier ones in that she only had one element and thus had one symptom. Festering sores had starred her body for days but now they were beginning to heal over and return her previous beauty. The actual physical pain the sores had caused had been slight. The hit to her vanity, however, had made her ache far worse then the plague.

During her stay she had come to love Desreal even more then her mountain. That was mostly due to Kurai's presence and the lack of subjectivity to a higher power. But also, she did not have to worry about little things like straying off a cliff (though she did accidentally run into a tree earlier). Her eyes, which could only see the world and all the things in it as shadows, rendered her helpless if she accidentally stepped where she shouldn't.

With careful steps she found her way to a little brook that veined through Desreal. She lowered her head but before her black lips could touch the water's surface she heard a sound. Her ears perked up slightly at the subtle noise but soon settled back to a normal position. Era drank, and she did so without caring of what lurked nearby.

(OOC NOTE: I apologize, this kind of sucked @.@; )

KURAI X MORIMAITE || LIGHTNING III