She allowed her gaze to trace around, crystal-like orbs seeming to gleam underneath her dark hood, the rest of her face consumed in shadow as her hood remained over her face; Her gaze had shifted towards the high skies as she moved to the surface of a large oak tree, a frown playing upon her lips as she seemed to attempt to take in all of the moon's beauty, she always did this, seeming to ponder upon each detail of the night sky, the dark skies that seemed to stretch out like a dark barathrum, the stars that seemed to glow like lanterns, leading the way through the night sky.
Then ofcourse, there was the moon, the moon that could fill anyone with a mixture of feelings, although they would indeed stand and stare at the moon's beauty in awe, they would ofcourse be pulled into a state of depression, noone knew why the moon had such an impact upon anyone, anything. Everything simply knew that there was something haunting in the light of the moon; it had all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, even though for soime it could be seen as the light of the soul.
She pondered for a moment, the fact was that without the moon, without the sun and without the stars the world would be consumed with darkness, a dreadful gloomy darkness that would be the ultimate death of everything and everyone. It was true that everyone would fear this darkness, would wander aimlessly through it searching for a goal in life, but with the stars...With the sun...With the moon..It seemed true that their was not enough darkness in the world to eliminate the flame of a candle.
She slumped against the base of the tree for a moment still in deep thought. ....It was true that somewhere through life everyone had and continued to come to the edge of all light and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on or You will be taught to fly. Those without faith within themselves, those who doubt or do not believe in themselves ultimately fall and therefore their lives collapse.
For a few strong warrior beings with faith in themselves, but having no faith given to them by others, with an utmost hate given to them, an anger, a wanting of them to be eliminated, destroyed...They ofcourse would fall but not to the bottom, their faith within themselves had indeed given them something to stand on; Ultimately in the end it would also give them the ability to fly, it would teach them to fly high and go back to the light as part of something, having more friends, more honour and therefore being more stronger alone.
She allowed a smirk to play upon her lips, 'honour', this very word seemed to fill her with an utmost happiness, the mre thought of it seemed to lift her heart from the slump it had been so dearly sinking into. It filled everyone in the world with a simple dream.a goal, a purpose, a dream to be strong and to rise.
She thought for a further few moments, allowing her fingertips to trace across the bark surfacing the tree as she remained deep in a contemplating state. Obviously to acheive one's goal..One would have to fight..She had done this many times and had come out victorious.
This was indeed her nature, her purpose, she would never give up and would always keep faith, faith in herself and faith in her comrades; A slight gleaming became visable under her hood, this maybe her glowing orbs, gleaming like lanterns in their sockets. She uttered a few words, seemingly to someone else but ofcourse to herself.
"Blood is simply red sweat..It is inevitable if you are to fight a well worthy fight, and if neither of the fighters bleed they are obviously not working to their potential. Unless of course you are fighting a pig." She grunted slightly, a slight laugh elapsing from her lips as she ponders upon the thought "Aye, wrestling a pig..You may get dirty..And the pig will probably like it but of course not much damage will be done." She laughed once more "Unless it's one hell of a pig." She seemed to reply to herself, another laugh emmitting from her lips.
She glanced around as a sound pulled her from her thoughts, for the first time she watched her surroundings; the thick tree lines, large trees seeming to bend down in all directions, the long un-cut grass blowing in the cold breeze that had risen, she brought her hands to her sides, narrowing her gaze, a slight mist being formed in the air as she continued to breath.
She allows a frown to play upon her lips as she allows her orbs to shift around the diestrict, taking in each small, simple object and pondering on them for a moment as she moved through the darkening forest. She allowed her lanterns to shift to the dusty dirt path she had been travelling upon, observing it for mere moments.
Her gaze soon traced behind her form, to the direction inwhich she had come and to the dirt path her feet had been siutuated upon mere moments ago. She remainined standing her, contemplating upon the very thought of travel, on life and then of course as it always did, a thought hit her.
Time...How long had it been? How long had she been travelling around as if searching..She had wasted indeed alot of months..Alot of time finding out about her past but in a differently put way she had indeed lost that time.
She leant down, form arching as a finger came out from her sleeve, inclining a brow towards the foot prints imprinted in the dusty dirt path. She allowed this finger to trace across the dirt, it leaving a small cirling pattern as she whirled it around in the dust, eyes lighting up every few moments as a smirk slowly plays upon her lips.
To any passersby, she must have been thought a mad woman, she looked like a warrior but was indeed acting like a bafoon! She seemed to enjoy the very sight of the pattern her finger imrpinted upon the dusty earth, seeming quite entertained by it.
She stood up slowly, retracting her finger from the soil, tattered and torn cloak fluttering out around her structure as she stood up, the west wind seeming to have risen since she had knelt down to touch the dusty soil. She shook her head as if to ponder once more before shaking her head in annoyance.
"To live is too startling it leaves little time to do anything else....To live..." She laughs lightly, her laughs echoing outwards, ringing out across the forrestry as she stands, hands upon her hips, seemingly quite amused by her own words. She gazed towards the moon for a moment as she spoke once more
"Lost, yesterday, somewhere between Sunrise and Sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever....Lost in time, dwellers of time" She chuckled once more, her words would seem such babble to those who passed her by.
She frowned for a moment, her facial expression seeming to have brought on a rather serious look. No more did her eyes gaze around in amusement, now her orbs seemed to be full of irritation. She shook her head harshly as if disgusted, frame spinning swiftly around, left fist extending backwards and lashing outwards into the tree to her side.
She snarled as her fist impacted the targetted area of the tree, if it could be called a target at all, she had merely lashed out as if a demon had possessed her, impacting the tree as it was the nearest structure she could indeed take her anger out on.
The tree shook lightly as her fist impacted it, a few leaves twirling down to the ground and a few birds taking flight into the sky as their nesting is disturbed. She lowered her fist, head arching over as if to catch her breath, a few words emmitting silently from her lips.
"I've been searching for the past...when now I have also wasted the future inwhich I could hsve been putting myself to use..I was living in a fantasy, no reality..Just a stupid idea that indeed sprouted in my mind...Reality ..' She smirked once more, "Tis a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems -- but as you approach the present, it inevitably seems incredible."
She allowed her laugh to spread outwards once more, clutching her hips as she laughed softly. Gaze tracing around as she did this, a slight smirk having spread across her pale lips as she stoof there chuckling to herself.
She stopped laughing, her facial expression becoming one of bewilderment before soon changing to that of an emotionless soul. Her gaze having shifted to her left as a noise distrcated her. Footsteps coming towards her direction and shouts.
She inclined a brow, gaze tracing swiftly upwards as to find a quick solution to hiding from these oncomers. She smirked once more, gaze having fallen upon the branch infront of her. She turned towards the tree, dashing forwards she brought her feet upwards, leaping off the base of the tree; Her form twirled through the air, spinning through the air in a swift mtion, palms coming outwards as her feet kicked off of the base of the tree.
She caught hold of the branch with two palms, wrapping her arms swiftly around the thick branch she swung herself around it, landing in a crouched position upon the low hanging branch. Gaze tracing towards the forms now coming through the bushes.
She watched, mouth dropping ajar in mere horror as the forms of ten armoured men came through the bushes dragging two large nets that trapped the frames of a few children and women. The prisoners seeming to have been kidnapped from a low estate village as their clothing was just that of rags.
The men however seemed to come from a higher estate city as their bold armour gleamed in the light, seeming to be made of the richest of materials, in their arms they wielded large pointed spears and swords remained dormant, sheathed at their sides.
She watched for a moment as if pondering what to do, a hand coming around her mouth as obviously, there had been an eleventh man, she scowled as she felt his arms come around her neck, her snarling and spinning around.
She brought her fist outwards into the mandible of the man, twisting her clenched fist mere moments before it impacted the targetted foe, the men below her had stopped and were glancing around as the sudden noise of the man groaning in agony and falling backwards from her position upon the branch, echoed around the district.
She stayed crouched in her position, glancing down towards the soldiers with a frown, as if waiting for them to continue their movements. Her smirk soon fading as one of the men's gaze traced upwards, tgherefore seeing her crouched form.
'Ayeeeeee! Up there! There's someone up there!" He bellowed, jumping around slightly on his feet and pointing right at her, him drawing his blade and the men behind him doing the same, eyes adverting swiftly around as to find where he is pointing.
She growled lowly, bringing her form down from the branch in a leaping motion, her structure descended through the air swiftly, landing in a crouched position upon the ground, head down, the sudden impact seeming to have sent tremors through the soil.
She moved forwards from her crouched position as the men dashed towards her, blades drawn outwards in an attacking manner. Her palms came outwards, two steel blades seeming to slip swiftly from her wrists as she leaps forwards, up the form of the first man.
She brought her form up the man, bringing her feet outwards into his head as she leapt up him, bringing her blade downwards into the man's cranium before leaping towards the next, frame spinning through the air, arms outwards as to slice the ones around her.
The man's head jerked backwards in a painful, awkward whiplash motion, blood spraying forth from his cranium as it is impaled by the blade, his scrumpled structure falling to the ground within moments, blood leaking from his head as he lies, dead.
Her blades impact the chests of the oncoming men, seeming to slice straight through their rich armour as blood seeps from their wounds, they stumble around, staggering backwards hands coming to their chests as if bewildered; before their forms slide to the ground.
She continues this motion, moving forwards and around, blades gleaming as the light impacts their metal surface, blade dripping from the blades as she spins around, puddles of 'red sweat' as she calls it, forming around the dead corpses.
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