Post by Kalidas on Dec 12, 2017 5:08:24 GMT
 An endless green field stretched across the dreamland with flowers randomly separating out the green patches. An equally endless blue sky was above with fluffy clouds floating by and birds singing the most beautiful songs as they passed by. Everything was peaceful, everything was soft and gentle. To the north, a tiny old fashioned town rested amongst the nature with magi going about their daily task. Each on had a specific characteristic that was not normally seen in today’s generation. Even their clothing was traditional in style. Clearly, this was a look at a past long forgotten and would remain so as it was a time of peace for all races. To the west, tiny butterflies fluttered around aimlessly. For a moment, one tiny butterfly froze in one spot with confusion. Its wings slowly opened and closed but it went nowhere. How strange that its flight would suddenly be disturbed by a wing sliding of its body. Even though the wing was missing the body stayed in place in the air, unmoving. Behind it there was a small rip in space that shouldn’t be their logically. As the rip grew the body would slowly slid down like it was the skies zipper. Once it reached the ground the tiny insect was flung off into the distance revealing that he had been speared by a very thick, very long, and very sharp claw. Said claw belong to a delicate blue hand that was attached to a very blue body. Kalidas stepped through her forced entrance into the dream world. She fit the ancient atmosphere almost too well with her furs, leather, and armor wearing self. Turning slightly to the left she would flick a single finger at the tear. Instantly, it zipped itself shut with a neon purple bolt that took zigzagged its way through like thread to fabric. Satisfied with her work she turned her attention to the nature before and tisked. It wasn’t her type of environment. She preferred the battlefields and forest areas. Alas, this was not her dream. Speaking of which, the owner of the said dream should be near by. The thought alone put a smile on her face. Bone heels twisted together by metal carried her towards the small village that broke out into song and dance. A festival must be currently going on, perfect, she did like crashing parties. With a wicked grin on her face that showed more fang then it probably should of she held her left hand towards. Seemingly out of nowhere a doubled side battle axe formed out of a purple crackle of light. The axe seemed to unfold itself like paper. The blades flipping outwards, the pole extending itself down all while making the most hideous noise. Once the weapon was fully formed in her hand a red and purple glow formed around in the inside of the head. She grew closer to the dancing and singing. She approached them like a wolf in the night. She entered the town as graceful as dancer with her heels clicking on old stones. No one seemed to pay her any mind until one magi turned towards her. He was a beautiful sight and became even more so when her axe sliced through his body like butter. ”Shhh,” She said as the body flopped. ”She mustn’t hear me. Not yet.” A tiny giggle came out of the Goddess as she continued to flaunt her way down the streets. Her axe twirling between her fingers at a speed that should not be possible. Again, no one paid her any mind or took full notice of her just yet. Her keen eyes combed the area and there, amongst the crowd was her prey. Looking as happy and beautiful as ever, her Arithelia. How precious she looked amongst her people. How adorable. How happy. How easily to be noticed by the Goddess of the Hunt. This was going to be her domain for as long as she could keep it. Ari would be her’s this night even just for a time. Maybe, just maybe, she could figure out where her prize might be hiding. The swinging of her axe never stopped. Her strolling position switched into an open stance while her ax suddenly crackled again. Coming to a final rotation the axe became a bow of equal properties of her past weapon in appearance. Snapping it firmly in her grip she took hold of chord and pulled it taunt as a arrow formed into its proper place and position. One foot slid behind her slightly as she took aim and with a wicked smirk she fired her arrow straight past Ari’s nose and thudding into the nearest container of wine that a magi carried. Her aim was true in the terms of not to cause death but to startle the Goddess and those around her. ”See me now, Arithelia.” The Goddess whispered to herself with deep pleasure. ”I want to see you run.” AXE BOW MUSE MUSIC | [attr="class","pkimg"]  [attr="class","psychot"]MY PREY [attr="class","pkimg"]  |
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