Post by littlemissnutmeg on Apr 8, 2012 20:47:38 GMT -5
Brief Synopsis;
War. War never changes.
Steel clashed with steel in an epic battle to the death. A sword slammed into another of equal measure forcing someone to move back in recoil of the blow. The scene shifts to two fighters as knights of their realm doing battle over a cliff's edge.
A woman in the middle of her life stood with a weapon in her fist and convictions in her heart. Her name was Kylie Lynne, ad she was the last Knight of the House Ahnahkare.
The kind spirited dark elves of her home drove the pragmatic disciplines into their next of kin for the fear of their less savory cousins forcing them to take their loved ones away in the deepest of night's hours.
Her skin was flawless for an experienced woman, and her platinum blond hair sunk past her narrow shoulders down her back as if it wanted to touch the ground beneath her feet. The curve of her face came to parted lips with the smallest sign of an overbite. Powerfully emerald eyes surveyed the world in a thoughtful manner with only the considerations of her comrades in arms on her mind.
She'd grit her teeth in disgust of the scene before her; war playing itself out in the most violent of ways. She'd have to make due ...
War. War never changes.
Steel clashed with steel in an epic battle to the death. A sword slammed into another of equal measure forcing someone to move back in recoil of the blow. The scene shifts to two fighters as knights of their realm doing battle over a cliff's edge.
A woman in the middle of her life stood with a weapon in her fist and convictions in her heart. Her name was Kylie Lynne, ad she was the last Knight of the House Ahnahkare.
The kind spirited dark elves of her home drove the pragmatic disciplines into their next of kin for the fear of their less savory cousins forcing them to take their loved ones away in the deepest of night's hours.
Her skin was flawless for an experienced woman, and her platinum blond hair sunk past her narrow shoulders down her back as if it wanted to touch the ground beneath her feet. The curve of her face came to parted lips with the smallest sign of an overbite. Powerfully emerald eyes surveyed the world in a thoughtful manner with only the considerations of her comrades in arms on her mind.
She'd grit her teeth in disgust of the scene before her; war playing itself out in the most violent of ways. She'd have to make due ...
