Returning to the little apartment home in Hillsbrad, and tired after a long day of tracking, hunting, and killing her target, the undead elf removed her armor and walked naked across her place, sitting in front of her mirror. She would pick up her armor later, but for now, all she wanted to do was fix herself up. A trip to Silvermoon would do her some good. After all, she did want to be normal, or as normal as someone like her could be.
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
8. Seeking Answers
If only he had gotten to the door quicker. If only he hadn’t walked down the corridor. If only he had a different course of action.
7. A Bitter Loneliness (Naminnae)
The room was dark. It was always dark except for a few candles lit in her immediate space. A pale hand reached for the silver brush that rested on her dresser. Carefully, slowly, she moved the brush to her long, platinum blond hair and brought the bristles down. Pausing, she stared at herself in the mirror before her, gazing at the shell of a woman she once was. On occassion, memories of her former self would flash before her: her laughter, her smile, her faith in life.
But that was all gone now. Her warmth was now filled with a cold desire to destroy. As much as she tried to fight that sensation, it consumed her. Her daily sparring practice was not satisfying enough, and the random jobs she took on only did so much for her, but she persisted. She continued to cling on to the tiniest thread of hope: her sister Alexielle.
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