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Sometimes, a story doesn't have a hero or a villain. Other times, they're the same person. °MCRP°Descriptive°#OUAT°

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#Inactive Those who want to know where tho find me.


//Think I'm gonna pull this account. Those that want to know where to find me!


//Autocorrect, I know you mean well... but stop it. Stop it now.


//"Glad that I got my heart broken?" "If it can be broken, means it still works." - Emma Swan / Killian Jones


<myself a good shake, then bolted off deeper into the forest.


<there was plenty of adventure to be found within its boundaries. Without climbing back to my feet, I allowed the wolf to take over, gave >


<to working at the police station. I had abilities that no one else could really duplicate. I couldn't really leave Storybrooke... but >


<couple days a week so that I could still learn the ropes so I could take over, some day. But the rest of the week, I wanted to go back >


<while I definitely didn't want to disappoint Granny, I'd let her know that I wanted to cut back my days at the diner - come in just a >


<certainly no Peter. Here, I only had me. And I'd run from it before, but now I knew better. Knew that I was made of stronger stuff. So >


<the rest of the world. Back in the Forest, I had Peter and the dreams of running away to start a life together. Here... well, there was >


<faced regularly. But given the life I'd grown up with, my life as Red or as Ruby... Either way, I'd been a small town girl, sheltered from>


<for #Emma at the Sheriff's office, and it had frightened me. It was... terribly embarrassing to admit to, given the trouble those around >


<against Granny for so long that it just seemed part of that personality that I wanted adventure. I'd gotten a taste of it when I'd worked >


Realizing who... and probably more to the point, what I was, had made me re-evaluate the decisions I'd made about my life. I'd rebelled >


<my eyes, I just let everything else drop away. Maybe I'd even go for a run.


<the damp forest floor. So, I looked like I didn't belong here. Who was looking? And even still, diamonds were found amongst coal. Closing >


<smells to contend with were of plants and animals and the elements. A content sigh drops from my lips as my legs fold and I drop to sit on>


<So, I was terribly out of place in the forests of Storybrooke. But there was a side of me that felt at home here. Out where the only >


<was thin and more decorative than functional, and I was only warm because I'd thought to layer a tank top and turtleneck underneath it. >


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