A RP battle between NeoArkbird and myself, because 1 on 1 fights aren't allowed in the RP forum
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NeoArkbird wrote:
As we discussed. This is where we will do our thing! ;3
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Is a was a regular morning, the sun kissed the earth’s surface with it's warm lips and although she might not favored the weather, UD was out practicing her rituals as so many days before this. The windswept her hair from her face, revealing a seemingly harmless woman but even the wildlife that kept it distance from her could feel her aura of death around her. For a moment she stopped looking down in her book and reached for a flask hanging from her belt, removed the cork and took a couple of heavy sips of the forsaken beverage before hanging it on her belt once again. She took a second to look at her work, constantly consulting her tome to see if she had performed it correctly but something caught her attention.
A strong wind came from the forest and whistled in her ears and only for a moment she could feel a colder breeze. In the back of her head, she knew who was approaching her.
The woman was dressed in blacks and crimson reds, her robes emblazoned with elaborate runes and symbols all lost to time, cinched at the waist with a sash of dark green. Her ebony hair moving gently in the warm morning breeze, soft lips curled up into a smirk to reveal wolf like fangs.
There was a stillness as she looked on with eyes black as pitch staring at the beasts as fleet of foot they fled. Amazing how they could tell, how they inertly knew of the destruction that would befall this place, the wind rustled again as they passed her, giving the woman a wide birth, running south in the hope that distance will save them.
She downwards to look back at the passage that she had been reading before slender fingers moved the silk ribbon to mark her page, and closing the huge tome. The thundering of hooves faded, and there was a strange, entrancing stillness about her.
The early morning sun red across the sky, the poetry of it was almost enough to make her voice her amusement... Almost.
Her skin prickled with anticipation, and there was a hunger about her she had not had for so long. Her voice was soft as she spoke, “Good Morning Kes.... It’s been... A long time.”
, and Keeper of the Jar Brain of Secret President. 
