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PSST!  I have decided to Archive this blog and move Wynter to a new fresh start! (I don’t have a pretty theme yet, but I’m ready to start her over) If anyone is interested feel free to follow me over there :D <3

                 “The world isn’t the same anymore - these monsters are                                                                           different, but theres always been monsters.”

Would anyone want a random starter at all? My Muse is very much awake right now ^^ <3

I’m not sure how many people remember me, or my little Wynter here - but I am offically revamping and refreshing everything - including a theme make over (and a background I edited myself! Yes I have managed to get some photoshopping and stuff so yay!) I have also been making new icons myself too!  If anyone wants to rp or something please send me a message, I really want to get Wynter going again and I’d love some familiar faces <3

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But after everything changed in the world, Wynter came to realize it wasn’t as scary as it had once been. The thunder made the sounds the walkers made not as loud, often even drowning the sounds out. And the lightening while still a little shocking at first, would light up the night around it, making it easier to see outside. Her fear of storms isn’t really there anymore, and sometimes it is even a comfort.

Unknown to almost everyone. Wynter actually did head back home, not long after her brother disappeared and having to see her sister turned, Wynter headed back the way they had come, heading back towards the house she had grown up in. She did get there, and she did go inside, she saw what remained of her mother, but there had been no sign of her father at all. Her mother had turned but had been put down however with a gunshot to the head. It was while leaving her home for a second time that Wynter ended up being taken in by another group.

Wynter sometimes suffers from panic attacks, in moments when she becomes very afraid. It is mostly due to abuse she suffered when younger and certain things can trigger it without Wynter noticing until she struggles to calm down. The sound of people yelling, even if not directed at her is something she struggles with more than most.

Wynter had been taking piano lessons from the age of four, something her mother insisted on her doing to keep in touch with being a proper young lady. Wynter never understood why but she enjoyed music even if she wasn't patient enough to always remember to practice. She still remembers how to play now, but hasn't really had a chance to practice, although she isn't too sure if she will get a chance to play again since the world changed. 

Wynter loves the Harry Potter books although she has only finished the first, she carries this copy around with her and it is one of her most treasured possessions due to it being one of the few good memories she had from even before the world ended. Her older sister used to read it to her at night, and had promised they would read them all, they had been almost done reading the first book when they left their home. Now Wynter often looks when exploring houses or other places, wondering if she can find the other books.