A tall figure stood in the midst of the crowd, structure seemingly consumed by the other occupants of the mourning group, ofcourse, from her eyes came no tears, from her mouth came no calls of mournfulness, no cries of terror or pain. This form actually...Suprising for the predicament, remained silent.
The silent for stood watching, her structure not visable, the occupants around her seeming almost blind to her structure as they remained revelling in their own ignorant mournful world. Indeed this be the case and therefore her structure was allowed to merely stand, observing.
If one was to glance upon her form, as to be pulled out of their pitiful frame of mind and to observe those around them, they would indeed see that her form stood out rather oddly from the crowd, the way she was acting, the way she stood, the way she moved, her mere appearence seemed to be rather different to say the least.
Her form was rather tall and stood straight as to gaze over the crowd of people now occupying the streets, she seemed to be in a slightly lax, relaxed position, arms folded across her chest, hood upon her cranium as to conceal any specific features upon her facial regions.
Upon her feet large, dusty, steel toe capped boots tapped upon the soil, as if inpatientely watching the predicament. Upon her body she wore rather 'poor' stndard clothes, as if having travelled rather than put something on for a night stroll or fashionable dance.
Behind her form a large dusty, torn and tattered cloak, dusty as if one had travelled and fought constantly for years, seemed to whip and flutter about her standing form, These were her main features, not the biggest features but the main features of her form.
The next peice of her features which would oddly stand out would be the sword perched upon her back, sheathed for the moment. A large broaded blade. The tsuba gleamed brightly upon the top of the blade, seeming to flicker with light every few moments as her form shifted about slightly.
She allowed her orbs to trace about the district, the sight of corpses and dying people not even seeming to cause a muscle in her body to tense or even the slightest of twitches across her form, she merely adverted her orbs on, ignoring the mourning people around her.
Her orbs had stopped, halting upon the structure of a man, and as her gaze met his structure she immediately allowed a smirk to spread across her features "Him.." He muttered in an ominuous tone, smirk spreading across her lips as she watched his movements.
"Armageddon shall pierce the heart of this world." The man called out, his words seeming to pierce out, ringing out throughout the cries of the villagers. She immediately allowed a slight, quiet laugh to emmit from her lips, the sound growing louder , a slight murmuer coming from her lips as she followed slowly behind the man, her form seeming to fade from the crowds of people.
She reached out the darkness, moving slowly, ominuously out of the darkness as to follow slowly behind the man "A taste of Armageddon..." She smirked once more as to allow another laugh to elapse from her lips "Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it. I return to these worlds after....Four years only to find that he is here"
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