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A Slumbering Mercenary; -Open-
Topic Started: Tue Dec 27, 2011 1:29 am (464 Views)
J'hael
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J'hael wrapped her fine cloak tightly around her shoulders. It was cold out and the fire she had built barely touched the chill in her bones. She had an empty stomach because the traps she had set had caught nothing but air. And that she was surrounded by. She had made a skin to hold fresh water, but the water had long since frozen so she was forced to break the ice into pieces small enough to put into her mouth so she wouldn't go thirsty.

Tomorrow she would try to hunt again. For tonight, she just wanted to rest. She had her lightning blade nearby (which had helped her set the fire) and was wearing her fine cloak. She even had on Elven boots that made her steps stealthy and quiet. She was in a fine hunting mood wearing her best hunting gear. Yet nothing could help if the air was too cold for any beasts to roam the night.

She moved the glowing sticks in the fire using her special ability, telekinesis, that came from the ring she was currently twisting. It was gold with a ruby in the middle and two silver strips; one per each side of the ruby. It was a beautiful ring, one she had found on a dead man. A man she had personally killed that was guarding the White Queen's castle.

Her silver hair and silver eyes gleamed under the moon. Her eyes were only half open as she tried to stay awake. But she was slowly falling asleep and her mind was hazing over. All that could be seen were slits of her silver eyes. She laid down on the hard dirt, her hair spread across a patch of moss she had gathered for this very purpose. Soon she felt warmer as she began to slumber...
Edited by J'hael, Tue Dec 27, 2011 6:23 pm.
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