Andrea leaned against the frost covered stone wall, as her mind roared against different memories. The heavy weight of the tortuous chains begins to shatter with a blinding flash of steel roaring out. The cries of vengeful fighters with freedom crying from their lips echoed in her ears. The devouring kiss she once craved on her lips now burns her fractured soul with nothing but sinful wrath and malice. Finally the sinister voice washed all over, a simple warmth to most but Andrea knew it was a reminder of what she had let in to fill the cracks. “[color=39b54a][i]It’s time to move darling. The promise of soldiers awaits us.[/i][/color]” As the air broke through her lips, her ruby eyes shining a little brighter with the promise of more when the horn screams out. The preparation, the soldiers testament of valor and honor. The ideals of choice shining like a beacon against the winter’s fog.

Andrea gracefully danced towards the rallying horn, while her cloak twitched with the wind. Her gaze switched from soldier to soldier with unbridled curiosity until she rejoined with the travelers. She offered a little smile towards all, even a little knowing look towards Axol. Yet her eyes matched with the newcomer with a little smile. “[color=ec008c]Another one? At this rate we might have a little army.[/color]” Andrea fingers covered her little laugh even as she could feel the annoyed look from the voices. Her ruby hue focused on Curly as she offered a little nod. “[color=ec008c]Well met. I am Andrea. Glad that you are with us.[/color]” Andrea spoke kindly though her eyes were clearly studying the newcomer. It was a short study as the captain called out, granting them a view of what was coming. Andrea moved out first, lowering her tattered hood as her eyes widened completely. Watching the mass migration moving with natural desires despite their unnatural appearance.

Andrea was awe inspired by the creatures. Her chest crackled with green energy as emerald eyes flashed for a moment. “[color=39b54a][i]Yes! Yes! Look at them! Monstrous and beastly! Oh, darling you were right! This is better than these men and women of frost and steel.[/i][/color]” Dismissably Andrea shook her head as she leaned closer towards the edge watching the monsters as her ruby gaze settled on the snow as she listened to the murmurs of the soldiers. Familiar faces of despair and horror echoed in her mind. They all had the same face that her people wore, frightened and trembling. Even though they had weapons and walls, fear was like a barb of hooks. Digging into the flesh of the brave and tearing away their sanity. It was a wonder how they survived as long as they did, yet perhaps they were prepared for the monsters unlike her people. Perhaps that’s why they haven’t found their cruel protector.

With a groan and her fingers brushing her forehead she snapped back to reality. Learning of their mission of the outpost. The missing scouts and the road, out there with the monsters. Well at least a part of her would be satisfied with the outcome. Yet Andrea could only ponder what the lord had in mind. The whispers echoed with some unreadiness and even as the monsters revealed themselves it seemed like they were not as ready as they seemed. Were they planning to run? Was that the meeting of the higher counsel? A plan to run, to live another day? “[color=39b54a][i]A guess that works well in our favor. Perhaps they can kill a few of those little beauties and we can collect another day[/i][/color].” Andrea offered a small sigh as she glanced towards the lord with a polite nod. “[color=ec008c]We will see it done. I promise that you will have your answers.[/color]” Andrea spoke a little softer with a noble smile as the memory still poisoned her further. With a little nod to her group she begins her own preparations.

Quickly fastening her grimoire tightly against her hip as she resets her cloak. Quietly Andrea drew a rune carved dagger, while her finger tips grazed the edge of the blade. “[color=ec008c]Sharp enough[/color].” Andrea hissed to herself with a little nip from her finger causing a little wince, always hatting this part as she traced the runes with her crimson offering. The crimson offering was consumed with green fire until the blade hummed with newfound focus. Andrea took a small breath as her left eye begin shifting into the bright emerald. This time staying longer then just flashes of power, though with a little movement her hair blocked any sight of her left eye. Andrea pushed forward with a nod to the others. “[color=ec008c]Let’s get a move on you slow pokes[/color].” Andrea offered a little humor while her right eye still burned a bright ruby red as she moved forward. 

“[color=ec008c]This time. This time will be different.[/color]” Andrea whispered to herself as she moved towards the outpost as carefully as she can towards the location where the scouts were.