The wind that rose peacefully in the warmth of the new day and licked the leaves of the trees, stirring them softly. Some of the orange and yellow leaves floated lightly to the ground. With all the leaves that lay in sleeping on the ground, Tarja made no sound in her passing, a quiet promise of her silence. Her wet golden hair clung to the skin of her pale face, neck, and back. Although her lips trembled slightly from the piercing cold, she seemed not to be disturbed by it. Her face still held the peace that the forest brought with it. She scanned the trees with a placid expression, searching only for what she knew she would not find. A pair of white feathered wings unfolded from her back, barely noticeable in the position she held them before. As she spread them wide, their span nearly tripled her own height and she smiled as she took off from the ground, droplets of water falling from her feathertips casting beads of light that danced across the earth as she took flight.
A shadow fell across the water, a winged figure soaring in the sky in front of the moon. Suddenly the figure began to grow larger until it was life size. It hurled toward the water with a furious speed. There was a large splash as Tarja hit the water some yards away, carried away by the heavy current. It dragged her until she was swept over a boulder in the river, caught there, no longer being torn around in the current. . Her wings, each one almost twice the size of her own body, hung in the water, twitching against the current. The feathers glistened in the water. Red tears fell from her eyes into the water, followed by more. Her eyes opened for a brief moment, one brown, one blue, but she closed them again, her dark eyelashes standing out against her pale skin. She tried to get up weakly but lay back again, sprawled against the boulder.
Tarja opened her bi-eyes, one blue, the other brown, and slowly sat up. Her hair, slightly lighter in a ring around her head, fell to her back. Her wings, fading black with sin, folded gently against it. She got to her feet in a fluid, almost invisible movement. Her eyes scanned the wreckage, bodies lying everywhere in the large feild and across the mountains. Red tears began to stream down her face but she didn't notice. She knew the battle was not over. Her eyes scanned the landscape, looking for him. When her eyes touched his face, she gasped and her heart skipped a beat. Her eyes looked as if they turned to crystals as they gazed into his.
Tarja ran briskly through the forest, her dazzling skin sending sparkles across the ground as the sun reflected off it, as if it were imbedded by a million facets of jems and crystals. Her golden hair trailed behind her silently as she ran. Her strange appearance created a unique beauty in her futures. A necklace fell from her neck as she went but she didn't seem to notice. She wasn't running as fast as she could, but anyone's eyes watching would have a hard time catching her by sight. She closed her eyes, letting her feeling guide her without hitting the trees and let the wind gingerly float through her beautifully flowing hair. She could feel a pair of eyes on her, but as for where, she did not know.
She ran ramped through the forest, her meaningful eyes gazing the trees.
But she was sick of running.
Her instincts gave in to the empty ways of earthly beings, and she whipped around and faced them with a striking expression. Those who saw it probably could not describe it. She stood with grace and looked on with honor. She bowed her head toward the enemy, saddened by what she knew she must do. She rushed with such speed it struck them by complete surprise; nobody had ever seen power such as this. She fought with a madness that was not human. Even some of the most sacred of beasts and skilled of magic were no match for her, and it was finished in a matter of seconds. She lowered her head and let her long hair cover her face, letting the madness take over her features. She glowered at the bodies lying on the ground and let out a growling sound. Shoving the strange weapon back into its tied position on her hip, she turned and continued on her way with an empty expression, without a backward glance. She sun shone down on her in the sky and she stared straight ahead, the breeze playing with her dark hair. They would send more, of this she was sure.
Tarja didn’t need to look behind her…. She knew they were after her. Only her. Always were. She stood at the edge of the cliff, trapped in what only seemed as wild as her most surreal dreams. Her expression struck anyone who saw it with immediate awe, a face that seemed to belong in another century. Her countenance was striking, mostly white and gold, but the clothes fit her in a way that made her attraction shimmer in the eyes of onlookers. She held her head high, not going down without a fight. In a moment of strength she leaped from the high peek and smiled, closing her brown and blue eyes.
A small figure runs through the forest, powered by some emotion that glitted across her face. She seemed thrilled by the brawling chase running only when she became bored with fighting her way out. Her hair ripples in the wind of her speed, her eyes gazing out over the thick forest. The sight through them rushed ahead of her until she focused back to just what was in front of her. One eye was a sky blue, the other a deep brown. Eyes that had seen pain, war, and suffering. Her serene eyes seemed to sparkle in the sun as she thought, though she tramped through the forest at a firm speed.
Tarja walked softly through the forest, her movements so swift and graceful she seemed to be dancing. The forest seemed to dance with her, the breeze rippling lightly through the leaves of every tree. The softness of the forest seemed to reach out and touch reality, the sounds of animals chittering in the trees bringing the spirits up of anyone that heard. She flipped her golden hair over her shoulders, letting it tumble down her back. Happiness seemed to sweep across her features, though various scars danced across her skin, dotting her arms and legs here and there. She hummed softly to herself as she walked, her brown and blue eyes scanning the forest. Her light bare feet left no foot prints, and at one point she seemed almost transparent, her spirits were so high. A pair of feathered wings rested against her back, unnoticeable to someone looking at her head on. Her facial features were quite unique, almost angelic, but the mood and vibes she seemed to carry about implied that she was something else. When the light hit her as she stepped into the clearing, her skin almost appeared to glow and she heard the sound of another walking about, but it seemed not to disturb her. She kept walking smoothly. A tree branch seemed to reach out to her, a flower falling off it and into her hair. When she closed her eyes, her eyelashes stood out long and dark against her fair skin.
As she walked, the forest grew darker around her, but she seemed to see without trouble. She stepped carefully over branches, roots, and other obstacles of the forest, seeming to treat it with kindness. For whatever reason she did this, the kindness she seemed to hold for the forest did not seem to hold true for people. Her shrewd eyes scanned the forest as she walked, listening carefully for any sound unnatural. As the moon began to rise, her blue and brown eyes seemed to almost glow, searching the night carefully as she stepped silently through the trees that seemed to stretch on endlessly.
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