[Anurah Loveheart]

Anurah woke up in the middle of the night a bad dream had coursed through her head she sat up quickly and realized how cold the night had become. Her skin more human then not was now causing her to shake she let out a sigh and stood up rubbing her arms.

Shelter she thought but then realized that the only shelter would of course be the small town she just half massacred. Being as that was she knew she would have to stay there for the night and freeze. She let out a small sigh and lit a cig. Watching as the cherry lit up and out made her think she blew some smoke out. moving her hand over her cig she felt the small heat radiating from it she moved her hand closer and winced as she burn't her palm.



Anurah grinned a little that her skin slowly started healing again. A flash back hit her the smell of smoke and coffee as well as machinery and her father sitting back in his huge chair Anurah running up age five wondering what he was doing and seeing him smoking. her father turned to her his hair was just now graying and he had a wise and kind hearted look to him she shook her head snapping out of it.