Dec 11, 2021
Starter for @cooking-devil
The last thing Maria remembers if the sweet release of death. Of the hunter finally freeing her from the nightmare and leaving her. To what? She didn't know. She was dead in the waking world. What would happen to her soul?
Apparently- she wasn't meant to die just yet.
She stumbled through the streets, barely walking coherently. The blood gushing from her stomach. It hurt, but her vileblood heritage made the wound feel much less grievous than it would be for a normal person. She limps through the bright streets, foreign and new. Never has she seen so many people and so many colors. She needed help, and she needed it now.