Post by Zaria on Apr 10, 2010 23:37:41 GMT -6
They were approaching. In the dead of the night she heard the footfalls of their boots against the soft earth, the quiet rustle of their armor. Two…four…six, she counted in her mind. A sly grin found its way to her lips, for she knew it was time to play. She crouched low and waited patiently, the cool breeze brushing against her exposed; face a comfort to her. Six men walked past her between the trees, oblivious to her presence. Good, just the way she liked it. Like a shadow she slipped in behind them. Both swords came free from their scabbards in silence. She would dance with these fools soon; she hoped they knew the steps. With deadly precision she came behind one man at the end of the group, one sword against his neck. “Should have stayed in bed,” she whispered in his ear, whipping her sword across his neck he fell with a strangled choke. The others were alert instantly and on her like hounds on the hunt for their prey, their howls filling the night air. In the moonlight she caught sight of their insignia and was stunned, but only for a moment. There was no time to think. The sound of steal against steal, music to her ears, she moved gracefully to its rhythm, cutting down two more scoundrels. She could see the fear in their eyes, the way their hands held their swords with uncertainty. When she thought this little game was hers, her world irrupted in pain. In her mind she felt an invisible whip latch around her neck and pull her to the ground. The shock caused her to cry out. The beasts wasted no time to grab her hands and tie them behind their backs. The skin around her neck burned, tears stung her eyes. She knew who these men were, but why she could not understand. There was only one thing she understood, that they would never break her. Never would they take her spirit away.
When Zaria was born, her family was sure that she would possess the gift, just as both her parents did. They thought she would be the perfect daughter, the most perfect little girl. One who would grow into her power and hold up the family name. At first, to their surprise, Zaria showed no signs of being a mage. They watched her grow into something of a wild child, always out exploring in Eversong Forest, sometimes for days at a time without returning. As she continued to grow she became more and more difficult to deal with as they tried to force their societal rules against her. There was a proper way to behave, but Zaria would never succumb to it.
In secret she would train with a master at swords, learning its ways and how the swords were only an extension of her arms. She became deadly at what she did. The day she told her parents she had become a rogue, was a day that could possibly go down in family history. After much fighting, threatening, and downright unsavorily behavior, her parents at last told her they would try and accept her new ways. Zaria was content with that, she needed no more. Not soon after she was married off to Alnarin Sunsphere, son of another wealthy noble family. Zaria understood her parents were only trying to be rid of her; she didn’t mind she had only wished they could have found her someone she could put up with. She found Alnarin to be brash, rude, and many times very mean. As hard as she tried to contend with his behavior she couldn’t. Eventually she learned to see past it, and understand that although he had a funny way of showing it, he truly did care for her.
Unlike Alnarin, Zaria is never afraid to get dirty; she’s unorganized and sometimes makes a mess on purpose just to bother him. She’s of a carefree sprit, playful and joyful but sometimes quick to anger. A firecracker like some would call her. Sporadic and unruly even, she hardly ever considers what she is doing before she is doing it and this often lands her in trouble. She would like nothing more than to spend her days exploring, and drawing, a secret talent of hers. Yet deep down she knows that she was meant to be a part of something bigger, something more important.
Not long ago she was captured by men who worked under her parents and brought back to her home, where they put her through a serious of deadly tests that could have taken her life. Her parents had decided that they would never stand for her becoming a rogue. If she was not a mage, then she would not deserve to live. Luckily for Zaria, her powers had been dormant inside of her; she was forced to release them in order to save her life.
Although she was forced to give up her ways as a rogue, she remains one at heart, and always will.
When Zaria was born, her family was sure that she would possess the gift, just as both her parents did. They thought she would be the perfect daughter, the most perfect little girl. One who would grow into her power and hold up the family name. At first, to their surprise, Zaria showed no signs of being a mage. They watched her grow into something of a wild child, always out exploring in Eversong Forest, sometimes for days at a time without returning. As she continued to grow she became more and more difficult to deal with as they tried to force their societal rules against her. There was a proper way to behave, but Zaria would never succumb to it.
In secret she would train with a master at swords, learning its ways and how the swords were only an extension of her arms. She became deadly at what she did. The day she told her parents she had become a rogue, was a day that could possibly go down in family history. After much fighting, threatening, and downright unsavorily behavior, her parents at last told her they would try and accept her new ways. Zaria was content with that, she needed no more. Not soon after she was married off to Alnarin Sunsphere, son of another wealthy noble family. Zaria understood her parents were only trying to be rid of her; she didn’t mind she had only wished they could have found her someone she could put up with. She found Alnarin to be brash, rude, and many times very mean. As hard as she tried to contend with his behavior she couldn’t. Eventually she learned to see past it, and understand that although he had a funny way of showing it, he truly did care for her.
Unlike Alnarin, Zaria is never afraid to get dirty; she’s unorganized and sometimes makes a mess on purpose just to bother him. She’s of a carefree sprit, playful and joyful but sometimes quick to anger. A firecracker like some would call her. Sporadic and unruly even, she hardly ever considers what she is doing before she is doing it and this often lands her in trouble. She would like nothing more than to spend her days exploring, and drawing, a secret talent of hers. Yet deep down she knows that she was meant to be a part of something bigger, something more important.
Not long ago she was captured by men who worked under her parents and brought back to her home, where they put her through a serious of deadly tests that could have taken her life. Her parents had decided that they would never stand for her becoming a rogue. If she was not a mage, then she would not deserve to live. Luckily for Zaria, her powers had been dormant inside of her; she was forced to release them in order to save her life.
Although she was forced to give up her ways as a rogue, she remains one at heart, and always will.