Post by Noire on Jan 22, 2019 7:32:06 GMT -8
The World. Started in Darkness. Nothing existed. No Flora. No Fauna. No Light. Nothing. Someone came. Someone came and created everything. The plants, the sky, The air, and people. She....was there before all that. But she did not create the World. But she knows who did.
Tyran. A noble place. Full of adventures. Both with mishap and misfortune. Times changed. Gods changed. And everything kept going. Somewhere, in the distant voids of the world, A blackened area appeared. It was void of color. Void of light. Entirely of shadows that would scare Death himself. Animals took flight. From the smallest of birds to the largest of bears. And the plants around that void.....died.
Out of the shadows, stepped a woman. Her long black hair hung straight upon her back. No sign of curl or wave. Piercing eyes that seemed to mimic the grey blues of the midnight sky, glanced about her with no sign of alarm or confusion. The woman had a golden circlet upon her head. A purple gown with a deep plunge line and hugging of her curves. Shadows caressed her feet, pillowing her footsteps on the harshest of grounds. The Shadow closed behind her and the forest went still.
The woman. Meant business. It was clear that she was no laughing matter. A hand rose and darkness appeared. Sucked from the very shadows from around her. She scattered them out like she was sowing seeds. Each Seed had a pair of red glowing eyes. "Search. Find me what we seek. Report to me what you find. " Her voice echoed upon the winds.
Noire had arrived.
Tyran. A noble place. Full of adventures. Both with mishap and misfortune. Times changed. Gods changed. And everything kept going. Somewhere, in the distant voids of the world, A blackened area appeared. It was void of color. Void of light. Entirely of shadows that would scare Death himself. Animals took flight. From the smallest of birds to the largest of bears. And the plants around that void.....died.
Out of the shadows, stepped a woman. Her long black hair hung straight upon her back. No sign of curl or wave. Piercing eyes that seemed to mimic the grey blues of the midnight sky, glanced about her with no sign of alarm or confusion. The woman had a golden circlet upon her head. A purple gown with a deep plunge line and hugging of her curves. Shadows caressed her feet, pillowing her footsteps on the harshest of grounds. The Shadow closed behind her and the forest went still.
The woman. Meant business. It was clear that she was no laughing matter. A hand rose and darkness appeared. Sucked from the very shadows from around her. She scattered them out like she was sowing seeds. Each Seed had a pair of red glowing eyes. "Search. Find me what we seek. Report to me what you find. " Her voice echoed upon the winds.
Noire had arrived.
