OOC: This is an open thread by requests only, so if interested in rping with my character, Aelith, PM me ^_^
*her link is located in my signature
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She removed her blade from his skull, hot blood oozing as it ran down the bald man's face in a thick river of red. His eyes, which had once held the sparkle of life, began to fade as his lips parted open, and he sighed and crumpled into the dirt. He was now as dead as the rest of his men as Aelith lifted her gaze and wiped the blood from her blade off on the man's shirt. Then she moved to adjust her clothing, which had been half torn off her body, and made do with it as best as she could. She'd have to stitch it up later.
Slipping her blade away, her pale eyes studied the line of corpses upon the ground, before she lifted her gaze and stared out into the endless sea of ever green trees that made up the Niahi Woods.
Her mind drifted off in thought as the fog of morning was still held thickly in the woods, making this world appear as mysterious and shrouded as her home in The Mists. But this was not the island of Mists, and she was no where near home. But it seemed everywhere she went, none of her questions were answered, and everyone that realized her skin was not true, that half of her flesh was constructed of metal, either took to fear, or called her some sort of monster. Most never got that close, even the men that had raped her that lay dead on the ground.
They had only saw to it that their own needs were sated, and she? Well, she allowed for it until they got rough and had her eating dirt. They called her a dog, a bitch.. a piece of their property; and it struck a cord deep within. It was the same cord struck when she had lashed out at her master.
And now, because of it...
Aelith wondered freely within a world she could barely begin to understand.
But the trees and fog were endless, and her journey proved difficult. But did that matter? She had no destination, the only thing she had going for her, was that she felt restless beneath her skin and continued to talk away out into the shadows of the looming fog, a broken compass in her hand to distract her, having been discarded from the men in the fight. The little compass was built into the end of the blade, and she thought it looked interesting and picked it up. The needle inside it always continued to wobble and shake, shifting on occasion to a new direction here or there as Aelith became swallowed into a world of shadows and fog.