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Junior Adventurer

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Eden

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Eden

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She answered the call of the wild in a tongue that spoke only one language: rebellion. Pounding behind a heart addicted to frenetic energy and fatal amounts of adrenaline was an untamed will as free and soaring as the sky. A tomboy who shunned most things feminine, she had hair like an inkspill and hips that fit perfectly between masculine fingers and hands. The bones were sharp enough to slice open every good intention you ever had. Dusted with freckles and built for speed, her body was a train-wreck of scars and stitch marks. The only dangerous curves she owned were the ones she took with her legs around a screaming machine and the throttle wide open. She wanted to have her fingers on the throb of a pulse rather than the kill-switch.

Unpredictable, she was as likely to catwalk the local tavern bar top as she was to strap her thighs down in garters and a schoolgirl skirt that kept her modesty in tact only by some convoluted trick of fate. When she succumbed to anything girlish she did it with the same extremes she lived the rest of her life by. It wasn’t impossible to see her ash gray eyes smudged with liner or her mouth painted red. Most often she could be found with a cold brand of cheap Mexican beer in her fingers and clothes she wasn’t afraid to get dirty in. She was as eccentric as her wardrobe; take it or leave it.

The altars of her addictions, however, were always on public display. She had a fetish for wicked boots and broad backs, metal and daisies, black bolero hats and caramels. She liked pain that sang along her nerve ends like a symphony. She liked it fast. She liked it rough. This was no delicate flower; she was difficult to bend and harder to break. Prone to stealing piggyback rides and green apple candies, she gave her friends finger hickeys and liked having initials carved in scandalous places. She was known to leave messages in eyeliner on mirrors and ink on palms.

Any secrets that lurked beneath her dandelion skin were complex and sometimes shattering; her evolution was an epitaph that she carved out with bloody fingers while her knees were buried in gravedust. It was haunting and frightening and epic. It changed nothing of her fierce loyalty, blunt candor, and unfailing love of laughter.

Beneath the dusty glamour she was still Eden, a fairy tale girl in the making.

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