Alone{open}

[iaria]

Iaria looked of in the distance to see a castle. She had a feeling it was important and that she probably shouldn’t be going up to it. She did though. Her pointer finger was partway in her mouth, she tasted blood on it. She looked down. Blood covered both of her hands. “I’m not evil,” she muttered quietly. “I am anything I want to be, and no one on this earth could stop me.” She headed to the castle.

Sticks and stones crunched under her feet. She didn’t care, she wanted every to know she was here. She wondered who lived in this castle. She had only been wandering about for a year. She didn’t know the lay of the lands very well yet. Maybe whoever lived here had a jewel shard. She panicked a little if he did he would probably want hers also. What if he was an uber demon? What is he was Narakus henchman? She took a deep breath and calmed her self.

She sat down on a rock and took a deep breath. Her two ponytails swayed in the wind. She was wearing a blood white kimono with red splotches on it. They looked like blood. They were. It went a little above her knees. The sleeves were long and went past her hand by a foot. They were rips in the back were her wings came out. She looked up at the big castle. She wished the master would come out so she could see who he, or she, was. It was doubtful they would though.

[Birdie]

Brigantia allowed a tiny smile to grace her lips. She was a tiny, insignifigant creature. Her skin was extremely tan, her hair as silver as the moon, her eyes were as dark as opals, no whites could be seen. Despite her demonic look, her eyes showed only kindness. Her slim body, tiny and weak enough to be harmed by the rain, showed her trust in the world. On her back sat a pair of magnificent, beautiful, radiant butterfly wings. They were almost transparent, shining colors onto the ground where the shone through. She bent down every so often to pick flowers, her short silvery hair falling into her heart shaped face.

She was out side the castle, the dieing forest only feet away from the tiny meadow like area in this unkempt part of the palace. She was slowly helping the dieing forest come back to life... though it would never truely go back to it's former magnificance with out the love of it's master... A love she currently held. He wasn't about to give it to anyone else. A small giggle escaped her smiling lips, as she set her fingers against them.

She had felt a presence long ago, miles away from the castle. The wind had brought her news of the demon creature. She had come out here to meet it, saying she was going out to pick flowers... A half truth... She had originally wanted to do this, but now she had more than one reason to come here.

[iaria]

Iaria shook her head. No one was in the castle. Part of her was disappointed and part of her was relived. The bat wings in her hair flapped. The ties that held her hair back broke. Her hair fell down to her shoulders limply. She ran her hand trough her newly tangled hair. The bat wings in her hair moved on own free will. It was rather annoying most of the time. She giggled. She also heard a giggle that was not hers.

Her hearing was like that of a bat. In a few seconds she had located were the sound had come from. She jumped upwards and flapped her large bat wings. The veins in them tensed up and Iaria’s eyes focused. If this person was an enemy she was in for it. She was in unknown territory. Then again she had just fed making her at her strongest. She couldn’t lose.

Iaria then began to think at the wind rushed through her hair. This person was laughing maybe she didn’t want to fight. Iaria truly hoped so. She didn’t care to fight at the moment. She began to see the person. They had silver hair and wings. They must be some kind of demon. As Iaria landed she let her hand travel to her hair. She brushed it out of her face. Just say hello. Was the thought going through her head. “Identify yourself!” Close enough.

[Birdie]

Brignatia smiled sweetly at the new commer. "Welcome to my home. I am called Brigantia." She gave a slight, curteous bow. Her large black eyes surveryed the creature before you. "It seems it has taken you longer than I thought to get here. What brings you to this castle?" she asked softly, sweetly. She was almost like a small child in the way she smiled and acted. Her body language and dialogue were that of someone much more mature.

She held a bundle of flowers in her arms. Her silvery hair glinted in the sun as she moved forward slightly. He body was extremely weak, this much was obvious by the various bruises that appeared upon her fingers. This came from particularly touch flowers that didn't really want to be picked. Manerisms childish, language adult like. She was cute in appearance, but her body held that of someone who had grown up well. She had very little weight though, making her un-attractive in this era. A woman of her stature should weight something. She appeared as if she might be blown away by the wind!

"Please, come into the castle with me. He would not like it if I stayed out here for much longer. He might come looking." She said softly. "He doesn't particularly like strangers." She giggled softly, in a low, warming voice. Like sunshine this little creature was.

[iaria]

Iaria let her body relax. This person was not in any rush to hurt her. Iaria smiled. “I’m Iaria. Does that castle belong to you?” Iaria tilted her head to the side. The bat wings in her hair fluttered. Iaria bent down to pick some flowers while she awaited Brigenta’s response. A pokey flower pricked her finger. A tiny bead of blood welled at the tip of her finger. She wiped it on her kimono. Even her own blood was like poison to her.

Red flower, blue flower, purple flower white flower. Iaria sat down on a nearby rock. Brigenta looked week. Iaria was not thinking this to be mean but it was true. The girl looked like a fragile butterfly. It reminded Iaria of a rime her mother told her. “A fallen angel destined to fly: broken and hurting but to strong to cry.” She murmured. Fallen angel could be replaced with anything. “Sorry, don’t know why I said that aloud.” She smiled at Brigenta.