This is a current work in progress ^-^

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Lazy, slow days trudged on at a regular pace, oddities were hard to come by and entertainment ran low. Nobody smiled nor seemed content; it was like all life had been sucked from them, they were dull. The city of Irydia was fairly well populated, nearly 4 thousand occupied its residencies, tall stone buildings ascended from the grounds in which inhabitants called home. The sun, it used to taint the structures a cheerful gold, but now – now they gloomed in the shadows of the clouds. No one person truly understands what happened to the world, buildings started crumbling and vines began engulfing walls entirely.

[i] Ding, Ding, Ding … [/i]

The city bell rang an alert, the brass creation hanging in a tall tower centralised in the city, rocking back and forth with the pull of thick ropes. Murmurs and scuffles could be heard as citizens rushed, heading for the large fields designated for assembly. Some lurked in the darkness of the city walls, too afraid to emerge for the sake of their existence. The forbidden forests of harsh emerald rustled heavily with, what seemed like a heavy-chest of wind.

Corrupt clouds of a once snowy tone rolled above the gathering. Those who remained in the vulnerable area soon scattered, the trilled vocalisations of creatures indiscernible with the lives of others to theirs, withdrew themselves from within the depths of their home. A place no man, elf or even goblin had ventured … those who had, never returned. These creatures of indescribable appearance rushed from the brush, blurs unidentifiable to the eye, fast paced and ranging in colour scattered through the crowds of a mixed population and headed for the streets of the seemingly lost city.

Unmeant harm was brought by such creatures; people crushed under foot or shoved into objects of solid construction, though without stopping and as quickly as they appeared the large reptilians vanished once more into the depths of the unspoken woodland.

This wasn't an everyday activity, a cloaked figure, which of pale alabaster skin hid under the seemingly unscathed ivory cloak secured by metallic clasps. Remaining out of site and reach, the soma stood firmly upon the heights of a decaying structure, observing and listening to the happenings below. Strands of wispy silvered highlights, unconstrained by the mantled hood, danced about the elliptic face, wide almond eyes of translucent sapphire pierced the sights of many. Light jingles were heard from the faint figure as a movement could be seen, a cuff around her upper ear and linked to three uneven chains chinked elegantly as they met up at the diamond lobe earring with a small bell hanging below.

Suddenly the shadowed face snapped towards one side of the city, a great distance needed to be covered, but without too much of a thought the feminine figure swirled on her toes and began striding towards the edge of the building. A large metal post sat firmly latched to a leather strap, a scythe taller than the 5’4 figure yet light enough and designed from flawless elven metals. One foot elongating off the edge the obscured figure dropped, a 9 story drop with a shocking landing, crouched on impact she arose without effort and continued the stride. 

The evening gloom began to encroach upon Irydia’s lengths, already dark in the passing days; pitch black would take over in a mere few minutes. Those who lived in the city long enough began to rush, heading home and boarding up windows and locking doors. There was a reason for this. But, the cloaked figure continued through the crowds thinning out hurriedly. 
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