Post by tora on Feb 25, 2012 19:01:21 GMT -5
Black tendrels danced before deep brown eyes as the wind whipped and lashed pulling and tugging at the woman's clothes, stepping forth through creaking gates into the land of the dead. Literally land of the dead as it was a cemetery a specific one at that, it held the bodies of her family or most of them at least. All but her beloved sister, hoping that the girl only run away instead of having the fate of being taken by the horrid beasts. Who knows what they would do to such a young innocent girl. A growl echoed from her tan throat as her hands clenched the hilts of each ofside knives.
Walking down the isle and rows of many decaying head stones, she knew her family grave site by heart even if she'd rarely get a chance to visit it. Still fighting in revenge of them she'd not yet found the wolves responsible and would never stop toll maybe she butchered them. Finally she sunk to her knees before a grand stone that stood about five feet tall with detailed designed chiseled into the stone. Scripting though whole family names birth and death dates. Only two deaths were not added yet, her own and Kori's, she wouldn't allow Kori's to be put till she found out what really happened.
Running a hand over her parents names wiping away the moss and vines to see t. Mumbling words under her breathe asking for advice and protection, giving sorries and regrets and vows,"....to finding Kori and not letting your deaths be in vain. I swear with my blood to rid this earth of the beast that took you from me, I love you..." insink with her words she drew a blade, a tear running down her cheek as she sliced open her palm. Pressing bleeding hand against the stone again coloring each of their names in crimson red before rapping her hand in cloth. Standing slowly she hissed head jerking oversee the grounds keeper creeping in the shadows watching her. " Keep to your own business before you become someone else I hunt." Torance roughly sheathed the knife walking towards the man as he chose smartly to disappear. One apart of the Fury those sons of bitches would all die if they crossed her path.
