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The light of the moon, with it’s somber yet lusterous shine, splayed upon the light of the solemn ground about. In the middle stood a lone figure, a blade stabbed upon the ground, what seemed like rivers of blood, and a well-spaced pile of corpses, if they were even truly dead, that is. A slight nod from the figure seemed to make the blade brighter as a steady yet unsure hand grabbed the handle of the blade, it coursing with a red light, pulsating like a heart, like it breathed. In an instant, the figure looked behind them and they turned. The figure’s deep pinkish-red eyes now stared out towards whoever may had intruded upon the scene.
“You have made me waste too much time...” she stands, looking away from the argonian. “If you do find yourself in my presence again...” she launches herself into the air. “Do know you made a pretty good match, but you still wouldn’t understand. Now, leave, before you get involved.” She lands, stabbing the blade into the ground, causing it to rumble.
“Pyrrah, this isn’t you! You have to fight back!” *He continued to make his way towards his sister, all the while the lizardman stayed back but kept his bow in hand in case things got dicey.
“This is me, you left me alone, you ran away, only to now crawl back to me...to mock me...to kill me...or to leave me again...the only one who understands me is soul edge, can’t you tell? You cannot understand me, and unlike you, soul edge will never let me feel lonely again...” she swings the cursed blade in an arc, pure evil almost emanating from it, causing immense discomfort to even near her while she held the blade. “Not like you would care about that, would you?”

















