Post by Xannon on Mar 12, 2011 11:02:37 GMT -5
Xannon trotted up to the citadel, which was actually located where she heard it was. For once. A child's cloak covered her small shoulders and waved in the wind like a dull flag.
She pouted and felt the warm magic that left her unperceived cover her chocolate skin--considering the cold, this was very nice.
The little girl trudged on up and kicked some snow off her little bits as she entered the fearsome structure. She frowned, eyes angry as they gazed over the stacks of stone, defenses, and occasional bones spread about by wild beasts. This was a scary place, and Xannon was a chicken.
So... why was this brat who looked like a twelve-year-old here?
Because... it was her twenty-third birthday, and she wanted treasures for it, damn it all.
And it wasn't like, ya know, her writer had COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN her character's birthday by two weeks and was trying to make it up to her by writing the birthday thread she promised, no, no, no. Her writer wasn't that much of a careless airhead. Nope, not at all.
Well, technically, it was the day after her birthday, according to the first people who took her in. She couldn't remember them anymore. February 29th was her birthday, but it only came every four years.
Every. Four. Years. Her birthday got gypped, man.
This year, March 1st, Xannon would rightfully get her presents, even if she had to hunt them down on her own, and that was that!
The little black girl tightened the spell around her, the first kind of magic she ever purposely used. She'd used it to make herself Unseen, Unscented, and Unheard. To be Untouched or Untasted was just too weird, so she wasn't going there for now (and, ya know, she just wasn't quite skilled enough to focus on all of that at once yet).
Her eyes narrowed in the darkness as the midget crept quietly along a cold wall.
A sound erupted from somewhere, but thoughts of treasure and riches held the coward in place.
She pouted and felt the warm magic that left her unperceived cover her chocolate skin--considering the cold, this was very nice.
The little girl trudged on up and kicked some snow off her little bits as she entered the fearsome structure. She frowned, eyes angry as they gazed over the stacks of stone, defenses, and occasional bones spread about by wild beasts. This was a scary place, and Xannon was a chicken.
So... why was this brat who looked like a twelve-year-old here?
Because... it was her twenty-third birthday, and she wanted treasures for it, damn it all.
Well, technically, it was the day after her birthday, according to the first people who took her in. She couldn't remember them anymore. February 29th was her birthday, but it only came every four years.
Every. Four. Years. Her birthday got gypped, man.
This year, March 1st, Xannon would rightfully get her presents, even if she had to hunt them down on her own, and that was that!
The little black girl tightened the spell around her, the first kind of magic she ever purposely used. She'd used it to make herself Unseen, Unscented, and Unheard. To be Untouched or Untasted was just too weird, so she wasn't going there for now (and, ya know, she just wasn't quite skilled enough to focus on all of that at once yet).
Her eyes narrowed in the darkness as the midget crept quietly along a cold wall.
A sound erupted from somewhere, but thoughts of treasure and riches held the coward in place.