Eyes. A pair of eyes stared into the forest. Moonlight glinted off of their red irises and black pupils. A cruel smile crept into their crimson depths. The figure moved forward, walking fluidly across the grass, its form disappearing into the consuming shadows of the dark forest.
It searched, looking for its treasure. Finally it came upon a rock and smiled. It raised its fist up, the figure's face contorting into a look of concentration. A hand was slammed down upon the rock. The hard object cracked, deep lines running along the entire thing.
It held for a moment, then crumbled, revealing the hilt of a sword suck in the ground. The figure bent over and pulled the sword out of the ground, smiling as the beautiful, curved blade glinted in the moonlight.
The person ran its finger along the one sharp edge of the blade, smiling excitedly as blood ran down its arm from the cut caused by the light touch.
A breeze blew through the creature's hair, whipping the tresses about. It looked down at its nude form as it began to walk forward, silently traveling through the forest.
It looked on as a man approached, dressed in a hooded cloak. The man stopped upon reaching the figure and stared.
"Ma'am, are you all right?" he asked. He noticed the sword held limply as her side, the tip pointed to the ground.
"Where is Efalu," she commanded more than asked in a smooth voice.
"Who?" he asked, concern on his face. The woman smiled and slowly lifted her sword, never breaking eye contact with the man. His eyes widened as he saw her eyes glint red. 'The color of blood,' he thought, as she raised up her sword and slashed down at him, spraying his blood upon the grass.
She smiled and lowered her sword, watching his blood drip from its tip. Her smile broadened as realization struck her. She no longer slept.
