ramblings
Just some little ramblings~~ It's sort of a drabble about this series I'm writing.... And that I've had at the back of my mind since fifth grade. *headdesk*
Anyways.
The Winding Road
Indigo looked down at the deserted town, burnt to the ground and pillaged until nothing was left save debris and torn houses. This was the fourth village she had crossed and found in such a state, but she hadn't bat an eyelash. By now, she had become accustomed to scenery of the genre.
She walked down from the hill and among the ruins, the ground still smelling of ash and cinders. Scorched bodies ladened the roadside and overturned carts once filled with goods lined what must have been the marketplace. Unconsciously, she lets a hand stray to the sword at her hip, gripping the hilt tightly. The cold under her palm felt comforting against this world of hellfire. She could spot, now and then, embers still alight, though even the weakest breeze blew them out.
Weak movement caught the corner of her eye and she whirled around, drawing her weapon out of its sheath. Normally, she kept her composure, and today she didn't know what caused her senses to jerk awake. It was almost as if every nerve in her body was acutely sensitive to its surroundings.
They were in wartime, after all.
With a few swift strides Indigo closed in on what she realized was a person, not yet a corpse, slumped face-down on the ground. He was badly burnt and the wounds were glaringly evident, gaping through his torn clothes, and she knew right away that he wouldn't make it until nightfall. Years of experience on the battlefield had taught her as much.
A question she'd managed to keep at bay for the past moons finally surged.
How long would this farce continue?
"Th -- the... dawn... ca -- me... take me..."
Indigo briskly snapped her head towards the body on the ground, the speaker barely able to breath, let alone talk.
"Dawn Executioner... monster..."
His charred hand reached for her ankle but she deftly sidestepped his grasp, glowering at him with disdain. She wondered by she hadn't spared him these last moments of suffering and ended it with a quick swing already. Perhaps she had grown softhearted, perhaps she was more worn than she thought, perhaps the sadist in her had resurrected after many dormant months...
In a flash of light and metal the blade came down, merciless and silent as a thief, the soundless whistle of Death. Crimson coated the wall behind them and pools at her feet like a bed of roses -- it'd been so long since she'd seen flowers.
No, she thought, she hadn't grown mild nor weary.
She was a monster in these mortals' eyes, and she would continue to be as long as she ruled the battlefield.
Dawn Executioner. Monster.
This farce could go on until the last warrior had fallen.
She left the village behind, plundered and lifeless, and made her way forward toward the Citadel on the beaten road.
End.
~~~
So there it was.... Pleased to present you Indigo, figure of many names and titles, and who is a centric element of my fictive web. She is the character I've reused the most and the one that ties all my universes together.
(If you notice the new tag... hehehe might give you a hint :P.)
So uh... did this prove my alivety?? /shot
Anyways.
The Winding Road
Indigo looked down at the deserted town, burnt to the ground and pillaged until nothing was left save debris and torn houses. This was the fourth village she had crossed and found in such a state, but she hadn't bat an eyelash. By now, she had become accustomed to scenery of the genre.
She walked down from the hill and among the ruins, the ground still smelling of ash and cinders. Scorched bodies ladened the roadside and overturned carts once filled with goods lined what must have been the marketplace. Unconsciously, she lets a hand stray to the sword at her hip, gripping the hilt tightly. The cold under her palm felt comforting against this world of hellfire. She could spot, now and then, embers still alight, though even the weakest breeze blew them out.
Weak movement caught the corner of her eye and she whirled around, drawing her weapon out of its sheath. Normally, she kept her composure, and today she didn't know what caused her senses to jerk awake. It was almost as if every nerve in her body was acutely sensitive to its surroundings.
They were in wartime, after all.
With a few swift strides Indigo closed in on what she realized was a person, not yet a corpse, slumped face-down on the ground. He was badly burnt and the wounds were glaringly evident, gaping through his torn clothes, and she knew right away that he wouldn't make it until nightfall. Years of experience on the battlefield had taught her as much.
A question she'd managed to keep at bay for the past moons finally surged.
How long would this farce continue?
"Th -- the... dawn... ca -- me... take me..."
Indigo briskly snapped her head towards the body on the ground, the speaker barely able to breath, let alone talk.
"Dawn Executioner... monster..."
His charred hand reached for her ankle but she deftly sidestepped his grasp, glowering at him with disdain. She wondered by she hadn't spared him these last moments of suffering and ended it with a quick swing already. Perhaps she had grown softhearted, perhaps she was more worn than she thought, perhaps the sadist in her had resurrected after many dormant months...
In a flash of light and metal the blade came down, merciless and silent as a thief, the soundless whistle of Death. Crimson coated the wall behind them and pools at her feet like a bed of roses -- it'd been so long since she'd seen flowers.
No, she thought, she hadn't grown mild nor weary.
She was a monster in these mortals' eyes, and she would continue to be as long as she ruled the battlefield.
Dawn Executioner. Monster.
This farce could go on until the last warrior had fallen.
She left the village behind, plundered and lifeless, and made her way forward toward the Citadel on the beaten road.
End.
~~~
So there it was.... Pleased to present you Indigo, figure of many names and titles, and who is a centric element of my fictive web. She is the character I've reused the most and the one that ties all my universes together.
(If you notice the new tag... hehehe might give you a hint :P.)
So uh... did this prove my alivety?? /shot