sadismaxazria

I awoke, stretching in bed as I had always done, and staring up at the ceiling of stone which had always fascinated me, ever since I was a child. The stone was colored beautifully, with swirls of black and white that never seemed to remain in the same place, no matter how long you looked at them, or how much you knew about stonework. As I sat up, running my slender fingers through the tendrils of dark black hair that cascaded from my scalp, I thought about what today was, both for myself, and for my people. Today marked the passing of a full year since the last time that we had dealt with the pains of war. I slipped my feet our from the w