Warning: Violent
Nora, 2008
Supposedly, Carella was making a little trip out to some small village in the middle of some small, underfed country in this place of desolation. All she knew was she didn’t like what the humidity did to her hair, or the size of the mosquitos. Such a small, insignificant creature, yet they were developed enough to know good blood when they smell it.
So, it was either pulling off that J-Lo look in Anaconda, and get eaten alive one insectified-vampire at a time, or cover up.
She was ditching this sweat-stained thickness the second she found Carella. No one should be in a place like this dressed like they were going to outer damn space.
Phoenix seemed perfectly fine, so he was one thing she didn’t have to worry about. He didn’t even seem fazed to
