Tria (Summer), 81378 Day (12) Eyes parted, whilst trembeling lips were unsealed and the air was in-haled. Shin-lu had slipped into dreams once more. Lengthly raven hair lie stranded across features and shoulders, whilst back lie perched against therough trees bark. She was still here...still breathing with just a little less colour then before. Pale cheeks were not as flushed, for there was no blood to rush to them in her paniced state. No; no blood of her own anymore to colour her skin. Spindly finger tips lifted and ran across her crimson stained lips, sweeping over the complete length before resting at her chin. Her gaze strayed about her, about the solitary area in which she had taken to rest within. Empty as before; the silence was still polished. Tall trees that had ensnared her moved with the breezes imperative manner; Too and fro as the harsh gusts were thrust through their leaves, tearing..ripping..Shredding at what little life lie upon those almost barren branches. It was a cold night, no doubt about it. The heavens that soared above the topography were dull, bleak and shoddy; rain was on its way. Storms tempest was on the march. It was not long before the skies parted and the heavens spilled. Icy droplets of life fell from the skies onto those poor souls below. The howling and screams of the winds danced through the trees and branches, dipping and twisted within mid air on a gleeful spree to spread their wrath over those so unfortunate as to be caught out in their grasp. Shin-lu was spotted with ease and targeted with accuracy. The frozen beads hit her skin hard, and it was not a long period of time before she was drenched from head to toe. But the fair lady was not bothered, no longer could she feel the cold. She was nothing more then a shell, a container of a tainted heart. Nothing more. Her long robes which occupied much of the trees rooting lie thickly coated in mud, its lacy material had immersed into the sodden filth that littered the trophosphere in which she had taken her rest. Her dull, glassy pools merely starred out before her, longingly looking towards the trees. More so towards the breaks in the canopy, where the cresent moons light was permitted to show and illumiate the terra firma. Searching, searching for a shadow, searching for a face or a name...but it was no surprise that nothing came, and she was left alone now, to wallow in the heavens icy rage for the night.
