BeautifulDisaster's blog: "Life and time of a Beautiful Disaster"

The moon hung low that evening and the stars gleamed in proud glory against the darkness of the sky.  While most people lingered on the edge of sleep and shops were shut down for the night, a single tavern stood out in sleepy town, bustling with life.  Lady Wolf stood quietly at the end of a dusty road.  Golden orbs reflecting the soft hue of yellow that creeped onto the ground outside of a large window which looked into the tavern.  The whites of her eyes were reddened, and her cheeks were stained of tears.  A deep sigh hissed softly between her deep cherry lips and she began to walk toward the front door of the tavern.  At the entry way she noted a rugged sign which bore the words "The Green Dragon Inn" scrawled, old, almost ancient writing.  The door itself was fairly new, standing proudly and with a welcome presence.  A gloved hand slipped from beneath a deep red cloak and pressed against the door.  She pushed, the hinges groaning loudly in protest as she slowly opened the door.  As she stepped into the room a sudden hush befell the people of the tavern.  Curious eyes peered upward in her direction, questioningly, wonderingly.  Lady Wolf stiffened, her composed facade slipping in the attentive stares of the tavern dwellers.  As quickly as the hush had fallen, the noise resumed.  Slowly she proceeded further into the tavern and sat at an empty table near the back of the room. 

{To be continued...}