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Akindrah uth Delure

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An Old Beginning
« on: June 29, 2011, 05:46:48 PM »
((Here we go.... I haven't written in years, but hopefully it'll all come back to me... Feel free anyone to join in on the fun))

Akindrah slid her black cowl low over her features as her feet carried her through the muddied grave yard. It had been raining for days. She had been gone for way too long.

As she walked slowly, examining the grave stones, she wondered if she might find names of some of her old friends etched upon the stonework. "Friends," a slow bemused smile crept over her lips. Now that was a strong word wasn't it?

She was looking for some in particular: Poisonleaf Deadroot, NymFae, Jaladriel, Eleandor, Pike Legend, Zephyr Rush and so many others. Something told her they were gone like the mist that had surrounded her... Vanished forever perhaps.

She shrugged her shoulders slightly...Really, it would surprise her of any of them had made it through. The blast that had rocked RhyDin long ago had knocked chaos into the world. Many had scattered, many had perished and some, like Akindrah were just...hovering... Hovering in the place between life and death, reality and illusion.

But here she was... Akindrah had returned. She would see what this new world had to offer. A shudder ran through her lithe form. She took a few steps toward the gate and then stopped...her hand slid slowly down the hilt of her sword and dark eyes slid slowly to survey the landscape.

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Re: An Old Beginning
« Reply #1 on: June 30, 2011, 12:07:41 AM »
~She took a few steps toward the gate and then stopped...her hand slid slowly down the hilt of her sword and dark eyes slid slowly to survey the landscape.~

It must have been the ghost of an old memory she thought. A thick grey mist filtered throughout the land. A slight breeze blew, tinging everything it touched with the kiss of death. Sweeping across the lands was a misty scent of something dead. This was  a night ordinary people dare not tread.

Akindrah moved through the graveyard toward an old castle, abandoned and in ruins. If there had been any inhabitant within, they would have seen a woman of average height for a human, long obsidian locks cascading down her back, hooded dark eyes alert and searching. She moved through the landscape with the stealth and quietude of a panther. Softly, she hums in the back of her throat. Every now and then, a breeze would break the stifling humid air and blow her long cloak aside to reveal her legs clad in black knee high boots, made for traveling. The rest of her legs were covered in black leather and her chest and arms were wrapped in wide deer skin strips. She wore metal jewelry upon her arms and neck, given to her as gifts from a long time traveling. Bracelets broke the severe silence and made a soft, tinkling noise as she raised her arm to push back her hood.

Here she was... home at last.

Her thoughts were focused on the past and not where her feet would guide her.