Favourite genre of music: I listen to anything I like.
Favourite style of art: Anime
Personal Quote: "What's the point in respecting someone if they don't respect you back?"
Little RedRed knew in her heart that this would be the last time. The forest stretched before her, it's darkened paths seeming to call to her from where they twisted and turned. The first to go was her grandmother, unsurprisingly enough. The elderly woman had simply... stopped emerging from the belly of the wolf. Red always suspected that she was from another, ancient story... Perhaps Grandma was a protagonist herself, when her hair wasn't so grey... The young woman shook her head, sending her own crimson locks into a wave as they flowed about her angular face.Little Red by Tenru-Wingstorm
There was no time to dwell on the past anymore.
Red shifted the basket onto her hip and took up the woodman's axe. He'd been the third to go, this time to move onto a new story. He was a huntsman now, off saving pure princesses from their wicked step mothers. He'd left her his axe, though, so she could continue the story herself. Sighing, Red started down the well trodden road, silently counting the steps. The woods stilled, as if e