born to die
09-13-2013, 07:10 PM
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BURN SKIN AND BRAND WHAT ONCE WAS MINE The queen had arrived, and attention was taken. Their eyes turned like searchlights towards her presence, each and every one seemingly surprised at her arrival. The ravens watched her form with a combination of curiosity and anticipation. She had arrived newly in these lands, and her first stop was here. In this abyssal plain that stretched for miles and seemed not to cease. Their black eyes watched closely from their place on the ground. Perhaps the woman was daft - this was where wolves came to shed blood, came to pledge allegiance. And yet, the way the woman moved, she was not here for either. Her long legs stretched out below her, supporting her in an elegant statement of status. Pompous? Certainly. The ravens shifted from their spot in the grasses with a flutter of black wings. Kalypso's burning eyes watched the birds as they left, a single black feather raining down from above. Her muscles relaxed as she eased into a sitting position on the hard earth. She had come for a very specific purpose - a purpose that the crows could not fathom just because of her appearance. A true fighter did not wear their scars upon their sleeve. They did not adorn themselves in the follies of their life - it showed their weaknesses and where they had been wrong. Kalypso Darksidy had come here to battle against those that inhabited these lands - to find their defenses, and break them. Her body remained as a dark mass in the midst of the meadow, unmistakable in its presence. |
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