Hearts of Ice. (Wolfen and I)ragon11)
OoC: >_> Another title I pulled out of my ass. Nonetheless, this shall be a most enjoyable RP. ^_^
BiC:
Wind is often refereed to as the element of change, moving in one direction or another, never giving rest to it’s eternal dance. Many people reject change and new situations in life, while others embrace it and even seek it. This difference has built and destroyed empires, caused pain and suffering, and has even changed the world. Will you embrace, or reject the inevitable?
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A cold and fell wind blew in from the east that day, carrying with it whispers of things soon to come. Despite the time of year, the leaves of the trees began to change colour, frost carpeted the grass every morning, and birds migrated south. Strange for August weather, but nonetheless, it was happening all around the region.
In the second story window of the village inn sat a woman with hair as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sea itself. She looked out upon this farce presented by nature with great scepticism, something like this could not be anything other then diabolic in nature, not a force of it. Alas, there was not a hit as to what was causing this; she could only guess whether it was demonic, or some twisted experiment by the government using Magitechnology.
Still, the young woman could not let this interfere with her present plans. Hopefully, she would make it to Elid by nightfall and into the warmth of the desert. The closing days of her Life Journey needed to be spent wisely, however, so far she felt unfulfilled. Despite encounters with vampires, a strange structure called the Dome, genocide-bent priests, a shipwreck, and several strange people; she had yet to find out what she wanted in life. Sighing to herself, she turned away from the window to look upon the room one more time.
It was one of the most ornate rooms she ever had the pleasure to stay in. A large four-poster bed stood on one end of the room; its red Satan sheets and comforters able to put even the lightest sleeper into a near comatose state. The paint scheme of the room was quite dark, royal blue wallpaper complimented by a blood red carpet. Overall, the room looked Victorian in style despite the accented colours.
Giving a heavy sigh, the woman finished packing her clothes and her prized sword and hefted the heavy suitcase down three flights of stairs to the lobby of the inn. Behind the counter sat a rather chubby man with balding black hair, and a thick moustache. “Checking out, ma’am?”
“Yes, I am,” spoke the young woman.
“I’ll need your name and signature,” replied the fat man.
“Aleena Moteiran,” said the white haired woman as she signed the document.
Paying the bill, she soon lugged her suitcase outside into the winds bone-chilling embrace, and over to her trusty, old Plymouth Fury. The suspension creaked and bounced as the heavy luggage fell into the trunk, causing the whole vehicle to shake as a result. Rolling her eyes and slamming the trunk shut, she climbed into the driver’s seat, buckled her seatbelt, and drove away.
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A few hours of driving later led the half demon to become caught in the storm she wished to avoid. Snowflakes collided into her windshield, albeit they were few and far between for the moment. Nonetheless, Aleena knew there was no way she could outrun it, her only option was to find the nearest village and find a place to stay. That was when she saw a sign on the road.
Port Town of Malcina: <-- 40km
In the distance she could see mountains rise above the overcast sky. As much as she wanted to avoid a mountainous road in the middle of a storm, she had no choice seeing as how the last town was nearly two hundred kilometres in the opposite direction. Reluctantly, Aleena turned the steering wheel and put her vehicle on this new road. A fateful decision indeed.