Post by keiratavin on Jul 19, 2005 15:23:39 GMT -5
((i've already posted before this, but just pretend this is my first post, lol ))
The young women sat her gray steed well, confidently commanding him. She wore a worn leather vest over a dark green shirt of light, floating material. Her breeches wear a dark brown that matched the trunks of the trees perfectly. Her boots were worn, some of the laces near broken. Around her shoulders and head lay a grayish- green cape, that camoflauged her well. At her belt was a sheath that held her sword. About her throat lay a delicate silver chain tucked under her shirt, hidden from view. On the chain was a silver locket, written across it were elven ruins, and inside were 4 initials, "K, A, L, W" she studied them constantly, wondering what meaning they held. Inside her worn leather bag were a few items of clothing, matches, a dagger, a pouch of coins, and a leather diary. In it was a few passages that were the only clues to her past.
As she thought of this diary her bluish-gray eyes clouded with tears. She shook her head ditravtidly, determined not too remember again. That was the whole point of this leaving. To leave behind memories, to take out the hurt of losing her sister, of being robbed of her parents before she knew them. Deep inside herself she was disgusted with herself. She couldn't run forever. She owed it to her family to avenge them, an uncontrollable anger roared inside her for a moment, but was overtaken by hurt and pain. "I can't face this- not yet.." she whispered aloud. With that she urged her horse into a gallop, running once more.
The young women sat her gray steed well, confidently commanding him. She wore a worn leather vest over a dark green shirt of light, floating material. Her breeches wear a dark brown that matched the trunks of the trees perfectly. Her boots were worn, some of the laces near broken. Around her shoulders and head lay a grayish- green cape, that camoflauged her well. At her belt was a sheath that held her sword. About her throat lay a delicate silver chain tucked under her shirt, hidden from view. On the chain was a silver locket, written across it were elven ruins, and inside were 4 initials, "K, A, L, W" she studied them constantly, wondering what meaning they held. Inside her worn leather bag were a few items of clothing, matches, a dagger, a pouch of coins, and a leather diary. In it was a few passages that were the only clues to her past.
As she thought of this diary her bluish-gray eyes clouded with tears. She shook her head ditravtidly, determined not too remember again. That was the whole point of this leaving. To leave behind memories, to take out the hurt of losing her sister, of being robbed of her parents before she knew them. Deep inside herself she was disgusted with herself. She couldn't run forever. She owed it to her family to avenge them, an uncontrollable anger roared inside her for a moment, but was overtaken by hurt and pain. "I can't face this- not yet.." she whispered aloud. With that she urged her horse into a gallop, running once more.