The decision to leave home had not been an easy one. In her anger and resentment at learning her true heritage, she made a hasty decision to do so. It was unlike her to be impulsive. A creature of honor and loyalty. The driving force of her being the ambition she had to push forward. Now, she walked without a specific direction on a road of wich had no destination. She felt aimless, and it angered her more. She wanted to feel free. And for a moment, perhaps, she thought she had. She struggled with the guilt knawing at her. It only made her more enraged. Why should she care for the man she once called father? When he deceived her. What he had done was…it was dishonorable. Her veiw of him had been changed. And she wasn’t certain she could ever trust him again.
She was above these petty inward squabbles. Her goals aligned only to her purpose. Being a warrior first, always. After all, resilience is the path that every warrior must walk. She had dreams that she had long buried. One of wich was to travel. It was difficult navigating old, dark magic long dormant. But not difficult enough for her, of course. Her magic, along with the things she was learning, was more than sufficient enough for any journey. Today, she found herself in a realm she had never been to…Cimmeria. In a time period she had only heard of. Truth be told, she was struggling to figure out where she was. As the rune she had used to travel here was one she wasn’t as familiar with. She just wanted to get away. And it seemed she had done just that.
She looked ahead at her new surroundings. Her gaze was uncertain for just a moment, before it hardened once more. She stood tall, at seven feet. Her body was impressive, extremely muscular. She was a worthy opponent to any challenger she would face. And she was also beautiful.. dark skin, captivating purple eyes and long red curls that cascaded down her back. A demon makes itself look beautiful to lure in its prey. And that saying was true for her. Wether she accepted it or not.
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@ofcimmeria
