c'est la vie
06-27-2015, 11:23 AM
Or rather, she went back to where home used to be. This was rogue territory and the borders that she used to frequent and guard were indistinguishable from the surrounding scape now. Warja was a little saddened by this. It brought unresolved problems to the forefront of her mind. She had yet to find a trace of her father anywhere. It was almost as if he'd just vanished off the face of the planet. As far as game plans went, hers had long since lost its relevancy. It had been made with the firm (and apparently erroneous) belief that clues would be easily found. Not a single one had presented itself during her searches. With nothing to go on, what was she to do? The smell of death violently snapped the young fae from her thoughts. She grew wary, but chose not to deviate from the path she had chosen. Instead she followed it. In a matter of heartbeats the scene came into view and Warja's senses were assaulted by a grotesque display. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What happened here?" |
