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Cows Go Moo
Crouching Roleplayer Hidden Lurker
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07-22-2014, 01:05 AM
Pale, yellow rays filled the mountaintops, signalling every creature to awaken as the sun emerged from its slumber. Among those was a brown-haired woman in a tattered dress. From an outside perspective, she looked like nothing more than a girl who might have run away from home many years ago or a hermit by choice. Unlike the cities or nearby villages, her clothing was not fitted or correctly stitched. Patches of fabric were tied or sewn in haphazard patterns. Its only saving grace was that most of the fabrics were of similar enough color that the blatant clashing of textures seemed to be a stylistic rather than necessary choice. Of course that didn't matter to the Sword of Light. From the way she jumped off of the tree branch and and walked down the cliff, she cared little about making a fashion statement and more about her own function.
Eiona Lux (as others referred to her) wasn't sure when she'd fallen asleep or much less when she had awoken. The days and nights blended together like the colors of pure light and honestly, her life was much easier when she lived without counting time passed. She was, after all, immortal. Tracking what she did was often an exercise in futility, but not today. The early appearance of a new moon signaled disruption of a cycle and from what she knew, it had recently been time to renew the Sword of Darkness's seal. For the Demon Swords, it meant that one of them needed to place a sacred sword on Lilith's seal, but for Eiona it meant being plagued with premonitions until the sealing process was over.
What is giving me this terrible feeling? she wondered as she stripped herself, ready to enter the lake. Though lower than usual, the pool of water provided much needed relief to the stressed swordsman. She figured that it was an effect of being the only source of water in the area, but as she sank into the water's depths a shiver ran through her.
Eiona...
A black and purple fox dashed through...
Traitor...
The Sword of Light jerked awake before running out of the lake and grabbing her garments. She needed to find the Sacred Blacksmith. Though some called it intuition, Eiona knew her "sister" better than anyone else, or at least, enough to know when she was back. She'd been having these dreams for several days, but nothing matched the utter terror that she felt in that moment. It wouldn't be enough to just to speak to the Demon Swords. The blacksmith deserved to know too.
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