the pony of death
Star
- Joined
- Jul 4, 2009
- Location
- Colorado
Anona stood at the edge of a cliff her long dark brown curly hair blowing gently in the wind a few strands blew in front of her crystalline blue eyes with a bit gold around the center. Her lean muscular figure was shown with her fitted brown leather corset with three thick leather straps around her waist and one on each shoulder, her breasts seemed to puff out a bit out of the top, her black fitted breeches, and a pair of brown leather knee high boots. She wore brown gloves over her hands to hide some of the scars. She had two large straps that crisscrossed on her back holding two short swords.
She sighed heavily and jumped down the cliff letting her giant red leathery wings spring from under her shoulder blades. She floated gently down to the ground. She reabsorbed her wings and walked forward she saw about eight men standing around, she knew who they were and she knew where they came from. She ran up behind one gently and quietly slicing his throat with a dagger, she then snuck up behind the next and repeated this one managed to alert the others. As they charged at her, she sheathed her dagger and reached back grabbing her short swords, she smirked as her eyes turned jet black, she swung slicing two in half and ran jumping off the side of one tree punching on in the face knocking him out, and stabbing one in the chest and threw him across the meadow like a small toy. "anyone else wanna play?" she said as blood splatters covered her arms. The other two ran past her to grab the unconscious member and ran off.
She smiled and closed her eyes for a moment as she sheathed her swords, when she reopened her eyes they were back to their normal color, she started walking till she found a river, she started trying to wash the blood off, she scrubbed until it was all gone then washed her face a bit to help herself relax and calm down. She didn't like having to do this but it was either kill or be captured and used for horrors beyond her imagining. She hated what she had to do but it was just that she didn't have much choice.
She sighed heavily and jumped down the cliff letting her giant red leathery wings spring from under her shoulder blades. She floated gently down to the ground. She reabsorbed her wings and walked forward she saw about eight men standing around, she knew who they were and she knew where they came from. She ran up behind one gently and quietly slicing his throat with a dagger, she then snuck up behind the next and repeated this one managed to alert the others. As they charged at her, she sheathed her dagger and reached back grabbing her short swords, she smirked as her eyes turned jet black, she swung slicing two in half and ran jumping off the side of one tree punching on in the face knocking him out, and stabbing one in the chest and threw him across the meadow like a small toy. "anyone else wanna play?" she said as blood splatters covered her arms. The other two ran past her to grab the unconscious member and ran off.
She smiled and closed her eyes for a moment as she sheathed her swords, when she reopened her eyes they were back to their normal color, she started walking till she found a river, she started trying to wash the blood off, she scrubbed until it was all gone then washed her face a bit to help herself relax and calm down. She didn't like having to do this but it was either kill or be captured and used for horrors beyond her imagining. She hated what she had to do but it was just that she didn't have much choice.