Artists thrive on different things, some thrive on life...the life you breathe in each day. That unrelenting warmth of those around you and the beauty of the world. Some thrive on darkness, the twistedness of the world, and the darkness that lives within them and those around them. Vianna might have been an unhealthy mix of both. She lived each day in the moment as it happened, because for her life never really felt guaranted. It always felt just out of reach like if she took that step to try and reach the little end of the string she'd fall into the abyss that awaited below. Vianna didn't particularly like her name the orphanage where she grew up had named her that, and her last name was actually a piece of the Orphanages name and apparently the last name of the founder who had died like fifty years prior. She usually went by Shina actually because she much prefered that name over her first. The Orphanage was in the human territory, that said because there was also the territory of
Last Updated : 2026-01-25
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