Snippet #960717

Dark blue almost black eyes looked at the forest, determination and a little bit of anger shinning from their depths. These eyes belonged to a slender female with purplish skin and dark black hair that fell to her waist to hide her pointed ears. If her physical attributes didn’t give away what she was her purple clothing with silver hems and soft brown leather knee high boots would. Everything about her screamed Hallow Elf and she was proud of this, in her mind a Hallow Elf was the best of all the species on earth and to be the leader of these proud, dark people was something she wouldn’t give up for the life of her. The Hallow Elf’s though where finicky creatures, dark in nature during a war they got restless easily. Though they didn’t want to pick a side her people wanted to fight, hence the reason why she was here. Her and her people came to the conclusion they would hire themselves out to anyone that needed them, as long as the deal was good. They didn’t care who they fought, as long as they fought. So here she was, off to travel the war scared land for a good deal so her people could fight. Her name was Sinfira, and she was leader of the Hallow Elf’s.

Slowly her hands roamed over her body, double checking to make sure she had everything. Her two daggers where in their rightful spots, one in her right boot and the other on her lower back. Strapped to her back was a black leather bag that held the supplies she would need to survive traveling, though she didn’t really need them able to fend for herself she took it because her guards made her. Around her neck was the only jewellery she wore and the only sign of her position was a deep black jewel that changed colors depending on her mood with the hallow elf insignia in silver sketched on top of it. Sure she had everything she started on her journey out of the Hallow Elf territory and into the forest.

Now sure where she was going, having never really left her territory is a long time, in no time she was completely lost. Shrugging she shoulders she wasn’t really worried. Instead she started to sing, a haunting melody that all of her people knew about how the first Hallow Elf came to be. It was moving, in a scary, sad kind of way. Her voice rang out clear in the forest, the birds silent as they listened to her before signing along with her. Smiling as she walked Sinfira looked up at the think canopy of the forest, a bounce in her step. She kind of felt…happy. It was something she hadn’t felt in a long time and it was refreshing. What ever laid ahead of her she was sure she could handle it because of this one moment of happiness.