Wind whipped through her hair like daggers, inciting the sensation of blades on her skin that sent shivers down her spine to inexplicable pleasantries. Pointed ears standing out from her silken long hair, the tips were a faint red from the bitter cold that surrounded the whole western side of the continents. The woman was content with such weather; it didn't bother her like the heat did even if she had the occasional shiver from the breeze that washed over her face repeatedly like cold water in ones face. A faint sigh escaped pale lips, a solemn expression written; hating being here alone sometimes but it also gave time to think over and over again about so much that plagued her mind.
Life was merely pointless, she abandoned the organization after the death of the one woman she would ever fully respect and care for. This just felt wrong to be here when all she proceeded to do was avoid the temptations of death by the creatures who today called themselves a claymore; pitiful excuses for replacing her and the lovely Teresa. Ethereal appearance turned stone cold, lips pursed, jaw clenched tight yet invisibly to her surroundings. The always smiling Teresa crept her way into her mind again like currents of water crashing upon the rocks by the deep abyss of a crumbling waterfall, it was painful but satisfying at the same time for reasons she couldn't quite understand for the life of her.
Bishou no Teresa… That name echoed upon her whispering tongue like fire, a faint sigh escaped her lips again upon the thought of being able to see her again. But something tugged its way into her head like a dark promising whisper, a sheer chill ran down her spine at the invisible overshadowing presence. I want… no. I need Teresa. She quietly responded, but in the back of her mind she had no clue what she was doing, was this going to be a pact with death himself? What in goddess' name would she have to do in return for such a bold and careless need that her emotions could not bear to go unanswered?
Turning sharply on her left heel with a small crunch of sand and blades of grass, the woman began walking the path back through the forest again on its terribly trodden path. Her silver hair slipped, and grasped at the leather of her cloak, but failed miserably to seek the warmth of her slender body hidden within its encasement. She reached over her shoulder, and pulled the leather hood back over her head hiding a majority of her face, her jaw and lips the only parts visible as her hair relaxes against her form.
Tch… Lips turned into a faint sneer. What am I going to do? Muttered thoughts racing through her mind, and shifts her shoulder beneath her cloak agitatedly. She couldn't bare this existence much longer without the other woman, her powerful and beautiful lover, the one now dead and invisible to the world that began to never believe in such a person; no, in such a monster. My god damn beautiful monster, she said to herself and continued traveling down the path through the dark shadows of large overbearing trees and brush.
But as she continued to wander, lose herself in such old thoughts, something was moving and watching her every move with hungry bright gold eyes. Its slit pupils deepening with interest, and claws clung to the stalk of the tree it stood by, nostrils flaring with the manifestation and incurable need to feed on the flesh of something; unfortunately, even someone alone. Jaws drop open faintly, countless scissor teeth aching within its disgusting salivating mouth, muscles quivering with hunger and destruction. It was for some reason, scared. Frozen in place as large bulbous eyes followed the silhouette of this so carefully thought human, and massive fingered claws dug into the bark of the tree.
Its stomach began to ache, and hungrily growl in protest of its ridiculous choice to stand motionless without reacting to instinct. But that impulse began taking over the monster's body, every muscle contorted and fumed with a quivering pleasure, letting go of the tree's trunk with force as the branches of others cracked in a silent scream of warning. Its launch felt like forever before it slammed to the ground in front of the cloaked form, saliva dripping from its disgusting distorted face, tongue sliding over its putrid smelling skin that merely smelled of rotten blood of forgotten feasts.
The figure didn't move, motionless as the disfigured monster stood in front of her, she could feel its energy swelling around its large form. "You made the wrong choice to follow me, monster." Was her simple response, tone slick and hard with a deathly serious voice.
"Huh? What do you…-?" Suddenly pain split all over its body, and a dark shower of purple blood took flight into the air as it rained down above its head. Not once did it see the silhouette move, the cloak give a single budge, but it writhed and quivered with a hideous scream into the air. Its purple blood spilling everywhere around its contorted body, falling to pieces as it crumples to the floor with various thumps and thuds of body parts.
"Typical…" She muttered to herself; although she knew she could have easily dispatched it with one hit but she wasn't a close range combatant. Irene took pride in leaving space between herself, and her foes, especially when she was too invisibly fast to avoid a single spot of blood on herself. She was disgusted by blood of those creatures, and chose to never let her body get messed in such a fowl stench, but that wasn't as if she was able to get out of the way from it every single time.
Her sword seemingly never had been pulled from its sheath laid motionless against her back, arm hidden beneath her cloak again like it never moved. She was like a flash of lightning, never knew it hit until there was a bright shock of thunder brightly cascading the air; but nevertheless, the case was more like it was an invisible roar through the air until blood started raining and pain spilled through the enemy's body. It was a ridiculous way to think of her own skills, but it wasn't as if she cared to think much else about the death and passing of another friend, at least not visibly to her surroundings. Jaw was tightly clenched again, piercing silver eyes barely giving a cascading glow beneath the hood, and stared blankly to the world outside this leather cloak.
No reason to be here, without her… That thought, that one increasing developmental thought, kept racing through her brain. All her pain, and discomfort, it was always erased with the other woman here with her. But now, it was like nothing even existed as she kept walking, her heart was filled with an array of different stinging pangs that echoed through her veins. Without you here… nothing is the same. She whispered to herself, fingers curled and clenched into her palm. She couldn't even consider anything as beautiful anymore; it was all normal and discarded in black and white forestry of nothing.
Damn it, why do I have to miss you so much. She questioned, and stated, to herself in an overflowing amount of discomfort. But her heart was confined, and beating fast, she couldn't stand it but she knew what it meant by the feelings she still craved if her sparkling angel was still here. You idiot, why did you get yourself killed… She cursed under her breath, though it was clear she blamed herself for having lost her in the first place, and not getting her pathetic body up to save her before that swing of the monsters blade.
Sighing heavily she looked up to find she made it back to her small alcove of a house, in the middle of nowhere. It was her home for now, such a quiet place that merely asked for her presence. A sudden strong wind shoved its way over the elf, her hood falling back and the cloak opening slightly, her body stood still as she welcomed the rage of wind. Eyes closing feeling her silken hair wash over her skin in such an overwhelming tender touch of the element, lips parted for what felt like hours as a soft gentle sigh escaped them. Lonely imaginations running again, pretending it was Teresa's touch upon her skin, to feel the gentle breeze but feel it's power as it washed over her body was pleasant.
Though a faint tremble ran down her shoulder that cascaded down the length of her spine like a spiraling fall into the depths of darkness. She could feel her heart pound hard against its barrier of her chest as if, it to, wanted to escape from her. As the gentle, but powerful, shove of wind hesitated to move away her eyes opened faintly to reveal the dazed and lonely expression. For a split moment, it appeared as if she saw something or someone, but it had to have been her imagination. And at that fleeting moment it was like oxygen escaped her lungs, feeling light headed.
The wind blasted against her as she inhaled, stealing her oxygen, and catching her breath for what felt like a lifetime. Don't give it back. She thought to herself, but the strong wind passed and gently let her hair relax back against her body again. Damn you. She muttered, as oxygen returned to her hungry lungs, and breathed deeply as her skin trembled faintly.
