Cassandra stood at the edge of the clearing, standing so still she would be thought of as frozen if it weren't from the soft inhale and exhale that went through her pink lips.
As she stood, her eyes remained focused on the brilliant mixture of light brown and pine green leaves that either drifted from the roof of the trees or remained in their ball like formation just above the trees stock. As she was in this state that could compare to nirvana, all her senses seemed to be amplified. She could hear the rustling of animals in the trees as they scurried along, could see the small flecks of clear dust and yellow pollen suspended with the wind, yet none of these compared to the smell; with each inhale there would a soft tingling sensation giving way to a tangy smell, then it would shift the smell of crushed grass, then after these two magnificent smells the once wonderful smell would be taken over by sulfurous and rotten smell that only met one thing : dead bodies, and by the smell it was multiple each and everyone freshly killed.
This pungent smell woke Cassandra from her state of peace, bringing back her battle adapted personality. Her dreamy features turned stony and hid any emotion that she was feeling.
Cassandra was a tall yet lean bodied female, she had short cut pixie hair that barely fell just above her eyebrows, it's blond hued color close to the pale white of her skin that was able to be seen; She had small, squintish eyes that almost portrayed that she was either bored or tired, yet beneath the lids of hey eyes she bore the eyes of a fiend. At first sight you would think her to be blind for they were a flat sterling silver color, but moments after looking at them most come upon the realization that these were not they eyes of a blind woman, but the eyes of someone who has seen and caused mass amounts of death; her lips were pressed together tightly and formed a thin line where they were joined; over her body she wore the basic claymore armor which was a long grey silk stretched tightly over ones body to provide maximum movement,over the shoulders of this jumpsuit were metal shoulder pads connected by a color that formed over the warriors neck ,matching metal plates were placed just below the hips covering all the thigh, at the arms it showed the silky cloth however metal bracers were placed over the wrists; over her back she bore a hidden claymore sword .
All around her all she could see were the surrounding trees, yet her conscience informed otherwise. Taking note of the sudden silence of the animals and the scent of death that seemed to keep growing, she placed her hand over her shoulder, reaching under her long cape and grabbed at the hilt of her claymore. Once she had her fingers intertwined over the rough, ice cold steel she was shaken with a feeling of remembrance which sent cold shudders through her spine. Pulling her arm upward and flicking her wrist, she then flicked the large claymore from its metal sheathe creating a tremendously loud grading noise that echoed through the forest and resonated through her soul providing a burst of energy through every bit of her body. With a now racing heart that brutalized her chest , she called out to what she thought was a lingering presence.
" come now, you filthy youma, meet your fate. You reek of death and I cannot leave such savagery un meddled with!" Cassandra's voice was calm and light, yet it still held the strong tone of command within in its depths.
After her simple catcalling, Cassandra slid her left foot back so her feet were a foot apart, then she lifted her sword a punctured the ground with its tip as she added a small amount of weight. She had now formed a simple battle stance and prepared to tAke on the approaching beast, a smile now placed upon her lips.
As she stood, her eyes remained focused on the brilliant mixture of light brown and pine green leaves that either drifted from the roof of the trees or remained in their ball like formation just above the trees stock. As she was in this state that could compare to nirvana, all her senses seemed to be amplified. She could hear the rustling of animals in the trees as they scurried along, could see the small flecks of clear dust and yellow pollen suspended with the wind, yet none of these compared to the smell; with each inhale there would a soft tingling sensation giving way to a tangy smell, then it would shift the smell of crushed grass, then after these two magnificent smells the once wonderful smell would be taken over by sulfurous and rotten smell that only met one thing : dead bodies, and by the smell it was multiple each and everyone freshly killed.
This pungent smell woke Cassandra from her state of peace, bringing back her battle adapted personality. Her dreamy features turned stony and hid any emotion that she was feeling.
Cassandra was a tall yet lean bodied female, she had short cut pixie hair that barely fell just above her eyebrows, it's blond hued color close to the pale white of her skin that was able to be seen; She had small, squintish eyes that almost portrayed that she was either bored or tired, yet beneath the lids of hey eyes she bore the eyes of a fiend. At first sight you would think her to be blind for they were a flat sterling silver color, but moments after looking at them most come upon the realization that these were not they eyes of a blind woman, but the eyes of someone who has seen and caused mass amounts of death; her lips were pressed together tightly and formed a thin line where they were joined; over her body she wore the basic claymore armor which was a long grey silk stretched tightly over ones body to provide maximum movement,over the shoulders of this jumpsuit were metal shoulder pads connected by a color that formed over the warriors neck ,matching metal plates were placed just below the hips covering all the thigh, at the arms it showed the silky cloth however metal bracers were placed over the wrists; over her back she bore a hidden claymore sword .
All around her all she could see were the surrounding trees, yet her conscience informed otherwise. Taking note of the sudden silence of the animals and the scent of death that seemed to keep growing, she placed her hand over her shoulder, reaching under her long cape and grabbed at the hilt of her claymore. Once she had her fingers intertwined over the rough, ice cold steel she was shaken with a feeling of remembrance which sent cold shudders through her spine. Pulling her arm upward and flicking her wrist, she then flicked the large claymore from its metal sheathe creating a tremendously loud grading noise that echoed through the forest and resonated through her soul providing a burst of energy through every bit of her body. With a now racing heart that brutalized her chest , she called out to what she thought was a lingering presence.
" come now, you filthy youma, meet your fate. You reek of death and I cannot leave such savagery un meddled with!" Cassandra's voice was calm and light, yet it still held the strong tone of command within in its depths.
After her simple catcalling, Cassandra slid her left foot back so her feet were a foot apart, then she lifted her sword a punctured the ground with its tip as she added a small amount of weight. She had now formed a simple battle stance and prepared to tAke on the approaching beast, a smile now placed upon her lips.