Post by Raiyna on Aug 12, 2008 18:08:26 GMT -7
((OOC: Do you mind if I join?))
Heart pounding rapidly in her chest, Jaden fled through the low underbrush, her legs carrying her so fast she appeared a fleeting shadow in the field. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, fueling the almost unnatural speed with which she ran as images of the giant rat demon that had been pursuing her flashed across her memory. After the thing had been mysteriously struck by lightning, which Jaden refused to believe was any of her doing, she couldn’t tell if it was still following her, but upon catching sight of the village up ahead, relief surged through her. “Ah, sweet salvation,” she panted as she passed through the gates, glancing nervously over her shoulder for the demon.
Satisfied that she had lost him, she turned her sights back on the village and almost immediately came to a stop. A ghost town stood before her, telltale remnants of tragedy strewn across the decimated village. Finding herself to be a gaping statue as she stood there in awe, she closed her mouth and continued at a cautious pace, chills shooting down her spine. “Absolutely freaking wonderful,” she grumbled to herself. A few months ago she would have never believed any of this, much more eager to take the alternative explanations of insanity or twisted dreams. However all she had witnessed and the long three days she had already spent in this strange world had convinced her that this was unfortunately no nightmare.
A breeze picked up about her, tussling her deep auburn-colored hair, blowing strands of red sunset this way and that. Bringing up a black nail-painted hand, she brushed her full bangs aside to no avail. The stubborn wisps fell right back in place, partially obscuring her shocking violet eyes which pierced the dawn like rays of ultraviolet light. Her hand moved instinctively to the comfort of her mother’s silver cross pendant dangling around her neck, fishnet gloves momentarily ensnared in its intricate design. She wore a laced violet corset over a fitted band tee, a few chains dangling from her pleated skirt topped with sleek leggings that cut off just above her knee-length combat boots. She seemed quite out of place in this strange new world, and indeed she very much was. Thatched huts, deserted villages, demons…but perhaps…perhaps that is what slipped into her own world, back in Tokyo. A few demons maybe? Perhaps. She closed her eyes, trying to bring her mind away from her parents. It was best not to think about it anymore, not to dwell on it any longer. They were gone and they were never coming back…fact.
Releasing the necklace, she opened her unusual eyes and carried on, traipsing delicately throughout the village as if she might disturb something awful if she treaded too loudly. However, as she neared a tiny hut, her toe caught on a rusty shield jutting up out of the ground. She cried out angrily and whirled on the object, kicking it with the tip of a combat boot. “Son of a--” she fussed, agitated. “Who put this God-forsaken thing here?” Bending lower to get a better look at it, she flicked the shield with her index finger and listened to the sharp ping it made. With a defeated groan, she straightened back up. “Ugh. What the hell kind of a place is this?”
With a sudden shift of the wind, the stench of the dead finally reached her nose and her eyes opened to the carnage around her. How had she not seen it before? The reeking smell doubled her over, the sight too much for her to handle. Whirling around, she ran deeper into the village, her sense of direction battered. From one trouble and onto the next. Typical. With a cry, she came to a confused halt, resting up against a hut to regain her bearings.
And that was when she saw them, the three individuals before her, two seeming to be sleeping. Bewilderment gripped her insides and a stifled “Oh,” escaped her lips. Immediately, she stiffened and clamped a hand over her mouth, already feeling foolish for ever speaking aloud. She sensed them now as well, and something in their auras was similar to that of the giant rat, only much more intense. ~*Demons,*~ she thought with a spasm of fear. What type of trouble was waiting for her this time? Her hand moved instinctively to her father’s small switchblade in the back pocket of her skirt as she backed up closer to the building.
Heart pounding rapidly in her chest, Jaden fled through the low underbrush, her legs carrying her so fast she appeared a fleeting shadow in the field. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, fueling the almost unnatural speed with which she ran as images of the giant rat demon that had been pursuing her flashed across her memory. After the thing had been mysteriously struck by lightning, which Jaden refused to believe was any of her doing, she couldn’t tell if it was still following her, but upon catching sight of the village up ahead, relief surged through her. “Ah, sweet salvation,” she panted as she passed through the gates, glancing nervously over her shoulder for the demon.
Satisfied that she had lost him, she turned her sights back on the village and almost immediately came to a stop. A ghost town stood before her, telltale remnants of tragedy strewn across the decimated village. Finding herself to be a gaping statue as she stood there in awe, she closed her mouth and continued at a cautious pace, chills shooting down her spine. “Absolutely freaking wonderful,” she grumbled to herself. A few months ago she would have never believed any of this, much more eager to take the alternative explanations of insanity or twisted dreams. However all she had witnessed and the long three days she had already spent in this strange world had convinced her that this was unfortunately no nightmare.
A breeze picked up about her, tussling her deep auburn-colored hair, blowing strands of red sunset this way and that. Bringing up a black nail-painted hand, she brushed her full bangs aside to no avail. The stubborn wisps fell right back in place, partially obscuring her shocking violet eyes which pierced the dawn like rays of ultraviolet light. Her hand moved instinctively to the comfort of her mother’s silver cross pendant dangling around her neck, fishnet gloves momentarily ensnared in its intricate design. She wore a laced violet corset over a fitted band tee, a few chains dangling from her pleated skirt topped with sleek leggings that cut off just above her knee-length combat boots. She seemed quite out of place in this strange new world, and indeed she very much was. Thatched huts, deserted villages, demons…but perhaps…perhaps that is what slipped into her own world, back in Tokyo. A few demons maybe? Perhaps. She closed her eyes, trying to bring her mind away from her parents. It was best not to think about it anymore, not to dwell on it any longer. They were gone and they were never coming back…fact.
Releasing the necklace, she opened her unusual eyes and carried on, traipsing delicately throughout the village as if she might disturb something awful if she treaded too loudly. However, as she neared a tiny hut, her toe caught on a rusty shield jutting up out of the ground. She cried out angrily and whirled on the object, kicking it with the tip of a combat boot. “Son of a--” she fussed, agitated. “Who put this God-forsaken thing here?” Bending lower to get a better look at it, she flicked the shield with her index finger and listened to the sharp ping it made. With a defeated groan, she straightened back up. “Ugh. What the hell kind of a place is this?”
With a sudden shift of the wind, the stench of the dead finally reached her nose and her eyes opened to the carnage around her. How had she not seen it before? The reeking smell doubled her over, the sight too much for her to handle. Whirling around, she ran deeper into the village, her sense of direction battered. From one trouble and onto the next. Typical. With a cry, she came to a confused halt, resting up against a hut to regain her bearings.
And that was when she saw them, the three individuals before her, two seeming to be sleeping. Bewilderment gripped her insides and a stifled “Oh,” escaped her lips. Immediately, she stiffened and clamped a hand over her mouth, already feeling foolish for ever speaking aloud. She sensed them now as well, and something in their auras was similar to that of the giant rat, only much more intense. ~*Demons,*~ she thought with a spasm of fear. What type of trouble was waiting for her this time? Her hand moved instinctively to her father’s small switchblade in the back pocket of her skirt as she backed up closer to the building.
