#aurora jager

[deerslug]

"The more she explored, the stranger the apartment became and, somehow the more it grew on her. It was as if all these rooms didn’t naturally belong in the apartment. They all varied in size and structure. It was more astronomical than her childhood farmhouse in the country where the hills rolled for miles then met with the sea, and the woods were quiet yet untamed. The incredible volume of the apartment, in a small yet crowded seaside village, was quite intimidating for the young and alluring Aurora Jager." - excerpt from The Jager Demon Volume I

[deerslug]

Some little things about Aurora Jager. Her favorite smell is cherry pie. Her favorite memory when she was little was seeing a fox family with her mother. She has a weird, old tattoo on her left foot. Saturdays are her lazy days with her husband. She was born in Scotland. Her husband calls her Aura. She has vibrant green eyes, and a scar on her neck from when her brother shot her by accident. She now lives in Ansthruther, a small fishing town in Scotland, with her husband. She likes to climb tree and bake bread. She was a traveling journalist and photographer before her father became sick. She has a golden retriever named Sam. She loves listening to her husband go on and on about mythology. Her accent is a mixture of Russian and Scottish, her grandmother had runaway from Russia when she was young and met a handsome man at a bar in Edinburgh. She's afraid of horses and water where she can't see her feet. She has weird dreams of creatures and fallen angels. She sees things that can't be explained.

[wordsbyann]

[wordsbybee-blog]

"The demon behind me protects me from all the world's darkness and all human violence. He has taught me love like no human has before."

Aurora Jager, quote from The Jager Demon written by B.B.

[goatpearl-blog]

Her name is Aurora and I can't kill her off. She's a ginger child; her face a lovely sight, dazzled with golden freckles. Her parents couldn't tell her apart from her brother until they were about twelve years old. Her green eyes have a couple specks of brown, their murky like the lake they would swim in at the bottom of the mountain a couple miles from their home. They'd walk the two miles to the forests then go through the curves of the mountain, up for several miles then down only a few. They'd be tired by the time they even got to the lake. They'd be too tired to even swim. There they'd splash one another until the water was luke warm. They'd spend hours under the boiling sun, stare at the clouds while they floated on their backs, and see how far they could go under water before getting too scared. Aurora hated swimming alone. Her brother would never leave her alone, and he'd never tease her of it. He was kind like that. When their little sister, Tovah, was born things changed. Todd, the brother, started to coon over her and promised her things that were Aurora's secret to him. She didn't want to share her brother. She wanted to suffocate Tovah under a pillow, or throw her in the lake herself. Until one morning she woke up to the baby crying on her floor. Somehow she made her way out of her crib, which was impossible for her to even do, but Aurora was only six and didn't know any better. She watched the little thing cry, sitting up all on her own, she was big enough to control her body upright, and wanted to walk. Although she was too clumsily still to really put one foot in front of the other. Aurora somehow fell in love with the little girl. She went to her and picked her up, “you’re fat.” She whispered into the baby’s ear. “Fat little baby,” she started to sing. Tovah started giggling and spit dripped from her mouth, but Aurora didn’t care. She was a big sister. She understood why Todd was so different. They needed to protect the baby now. Aurora cuddled her little sister in the bed until the morning sun announced it’s presence through the window, beaming against their faces. She always loved the sun.

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