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[h1][color=D4F0FF] Bodil Bera [/color][/h1]
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A sparrow like mortal flew past the great gaping arches like a deer through a forest. Every movement was graceful, agile, quick, but also very human. Booted feet hit the ground in a heartbeat pounding, thick pants and tightly closed jacket still encasing her. Her only possessions were on the small backpack-like purse, tightly secured over her shoulders. It felt good to run, to feel the strain of air through her lungs, to have nothing holding her back. 

Surprising, that this fantasy land of magical fae be so in ruin. The overcast sky glowered down at it in heavy disapproval, threatening rain on the decay. Pillars of sunlight were able to break through and brush tender hands over the land though, a relief in the gloom. A land of forgotten glory and decaying beauty. What had made such disaster etch its nail through this place, scarring it so immensely?

Vines crept like snakes over crumbled walls, tree roots broke the ground's surface like rebellious dolphins, and thorny bushes over took what might have been lovely painstakingly detailed stone decor. Moss took over where grass should have been, calm waiting waters pooled in well worn holes of land, shimmering in unusual ways. Hushed escaping streams seeped through rock faces and traveled the spidery veins of the ruins. Unfinished restorations stood like overturned cradles in the land of crumbling ancients.

Bodil ran. She lept over water and skirted struggling plants, the arches looming overhead like the rib cage of some long dead beast. The sky grumbled at her entertaining break for freedom. The wind whispered around her, flowing across her Rosen cheeks, pulling her towards where she should go. And the human followed. The furthest arch. Th wind whipped up and she pumped her legs as hard as they could go, to the point of burning pain in her muscles. 

And she came to a stumbling sliding halt as the monsterous face of that fox beast who paraded as a man stood ever so calmly before her. Her dark hair tussled about her flushed face, chest rising and falling to suck in as much breath as it could from such a punishing sprint. Her hard and determined eyes locked on the beast man. She would not go down without a fight. He would have to drag her back! 

Bodil charged and with a burst of effort tried to spin so she could move past him, in a last move of trickery, a desperate warrior who would attain their freedom.[/center]