Post by bynx on Nov 20, 2008 20:04:27 GMT -5
She black haired female was pacing. Indigo and silver streaks were fading in and out of her hair. Her marks were forming on her body. Tattoo's or ancient symbols were appearing in black and scarlet all over her body, especially her face. A new day was dawning.
A new day indeed. She was lacking her usual indigo dress. She doned a Scarlet corset that was tied rather tightly around her top have, illuminating her silver skin. Tight black cargo pants hugged her long legs. Chains were laced continuously through her pants, as wlel as up her arms an around her neck. Her eyes were covered in a black bandage, the tie hidden under her hair. Her daggers were in her hand, dripping on the green grass beneath her.
Around her, perhaps five, laid severed bodies. Grotesque figures that were curled and torn in the wrong places. Legs and arms had been ripped from the flesh, or merely jutting out, creating hideous punctures. Heads were bent the wrong direction and entrails were exposed to the scented air.
Two small black wings were fluttering madly behind her shoulder blades. This was Keera. The new Keera. Every fallen had an alter ego.. At least Keera did. Oh yes, speaking of Keera, lets try Vatani, her true name. This form was no longer Keera. This was her ture persona.
With her walls torn down, her head bleeding, and her emotions frayed, she hadn't the strength to conceal it anymore.
With the scent of fresh blood on her tongue, all familiarities were gone. Everyone was bait.. A target. Her mind could barely filter out her own race.. But that was all she needed. She was done. Tired. It was time her ture personality began to rule her nation, her race. It was time the Fallen returned to their true nature and abilities.
A new day indeed. She was lacking her usual indigo dress. She doned a Scarlet corset that was tied rather tightly around her top have, illuminating her silver skin. Tight black cargo pants hugged her long legs. Chains were laced continuously through her pants, as wlel as up her arms an around her neck. Her eyes were covered in a black bandage, the tie hidden under her hair. Her daggers were in her hand, dripping on the green grass beneath her.
Around her, perhaps five, laid severed bodies. Grotesque figures that were curled and torn in the wrong places. Legs and arms had been ripped from the flesh, or merely jutting out, creating hideous punctures. Heads were bent the wrong direction and entrails were exposed to the scented air.
Two small black wings were fluttering madly behind her shoulder blades. This was Keera. The new Keera. Every fallen had an alter ego.. At least Keera did. Oh yes, speaking of Keera, lets try Vatani, her true name. This form was no longer Keera. This was her ture persona.
With her walls torn down, her head bleeding, and her emotions frayed, she hadn't the strength to conceal it anymore.
With the scent of fresh blood on her tongue, all familiarities were gone. Everyone was bait.. A target. Her mind could barely filter out her own race.. But that was all she needed. She was done. Tired. It was time her ture personality began to rule her nation, her race. It was time the Fallen returned to their true nature and abilities.