Post by Lovely on Aug 11, 2010 4:39:36 GMT -5
Her heels dug onto the wooden dock as they left an imprint onto the ground. Her lilac colored eyes watched the waves as they pushed against the sandy beach beside her. She felt the breeze blow against her neatly tied-back hair, and inhaled the mist of the ocean. The woman was captivated within the atmosphere, amazed by what seemed to be the elegance of the corners of Esfrodante, there was no port town here. Only a dock hinting those travelers that this was the place to depart. The wind was chilly she had to admit, but she didn't mind. It reminded her of back home. She kept a tight smile on her face as she turned around and gathered her items together as she left this lonely dock, hoping it would be pleased by the little company she had granted it. Her name was Faye of the North, to many she was titled the White One. Said to be blessed by the Gods. Perhaps she was.
The woman appeared no older than 20, and stood at an average height of 5'10", her flesh was of an ivory flower, soft, and pearl white. She was slender, with an alluring hourglass image. Her outfit was black, a skirt, thin material, something in which was easy to hunt with minus the heels in which she easily controlled her balanced, and guided herself with. The woman was indeed, a heatstopper, almost odd to believe she wasn't married yet. She wasn't the typical woman, instead of starting a family, she started the adventure. She earned her title, and still she thrived to make most of Cyllaron a better place. Perhaps, that's what drove her to visit the capital city of Esfrodante; Nosferatu.
It was overpopulated, crime rate was high, and perhaps going there was dangerous on her health. But she would risk it, if it meant she would at least find the clues of a quest she had been apart of for some time, and while she was at it, perhaps paint this evil city into a positive atmosphere for a change. She wasn't sure, the walk wasn't long considering the capital was beside the dock. She entered, and was ignored by the soldiers guarding its gates. Her eyes scoped the atmosphere as she searched for the closes place to sit down, finally after her pause she brought her feet into a moving motion again, and began to explore one of Cyllaron's most vile capitals, Nosferatu.
The woman appeared no older than 20, and stood at an average height of 5'10", her flesh was of an ivory flower, soft, and pearl white. She was slender, with an alluring hourglass image. Her outfit was black, a skirt, thin material, something in which was easy to hunt with minus the heels in which she easily controlled her balanced, and guided herself with. The woman was indeed, a heatstopper, almost odd to believe she wasn't married yet. She wasn't the typical woman, instead of starting a family, she started the adventure. She earned her title, and still she thrived to make most of Cyllaron a better place. Perhaps, that's what drove her to visit the capital city of Esfrodante; Nosferatu.
It was overpopulated, crime rate was high, and perhaps going there was dangerous on her health. But she would risk it, if it meant she would at least find the clues of a quest she had been apart of for some time, and while she was at it, perhaps paint this evil city into a positive atmosphere for a change. She wasn't sure, the walk wasn't long considering the capital was beside the dock. She entered, and was ignored by the soldiers guarding its gates. Her eyes scoped the atmosphere as she searched for the closes place to sit down, finally after her pause she brought her feet into a moving motion again, and began to explore one of Cyllaron's most vile capitals, Nosferatu.
