Duskfire Glacier [m]I hear it all, I hear it all in my head

AW. i hope this is okay, experimental character with an intent to join if the vibe is there ^^

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You are walking amongst other scents. 

Replace them with your own...

A low, guttural snarl tore from her throat in answer to the honeyed voice that slithered through her thoughts--a voice that always knew how to find her, especially when she teetered too close to either side of the line. 

Good. Evil. It didn’t matter. It whispered all the same.

Phoryn shook her head in a sharp, practiced motion, as if force alone could shake it loose. It never worked, not really, but habit made her try. Desperation made her hope.

It had always been there--both devil and angel perched on her shoulders. The shadow stitched to her spine.

The ghost that never slept, haunting and blessing her waking hours and her dreams alike.

Some days it seemed the only relief was to rake and chew at her own skin, a more...damaging way to quiet the voices that made her skin crawl, yet filled her with a light so bright it would burn all the way through to her nerve endings.

Today was no different, though she would do her best to ignore them. She was in a pack's stomping ground, an accidental preoccupied misstep into territory that was not hers to freely explore. She should move on, she knew, yet her curiosity was peaked. Too much so.

She stepped further in, slowly, eyes much like the ice in which supplied the area of its chill scanning ahead.

Tread carefully, child.

Lest you want to become prey...

The two-toned woman scoffed. The fallen angel should already know her intentions--yet, she would soon find that those who do not live within her soul did not.