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Yossarian
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- Joined
- Apr 25, 2010
Leda
She had left at dawn. Bow taut, and arrows aplenty, Leda had eaten only the lightest of breakfasts before beginning the final leg of her journey. The young huntress had taken refuge at a small mountain village for the night, one of the few bastions that littered the treacherous path up the mountain side. And while the people within we're fairly pleasant, a hint of fear still lingered in the air. They, like so many others, we're tormented by the beast that lived upon the peak of the mountains. The rumors that surrounded it were grim, and even the girl could not help but to feel a slight shiver running down her spine as they rolled through her mind. They spoke of how, though it bore a woman's form, it was as fierce as any demon. They spoke of how it had talons sharp enough to gut a human as though it were nothing, and how even the most seasoned of hunters had fallen to it. Even worse, some spoke of how it could even bring back those it killed, granting them new forms and tempering their souls until they were nothing more than servants.
Whether they bore truth or not, Leda could not say. And while they are enough to bring forth a measure of hesitation, the girl forced herself to go forth. The hours ticked on by as she slowly clambered up the cliff sides, her petite form allowing the 18 year old to move fairly quickly.
It was around the evening when she finally reached her destination, her pale form covered in sweat. Brushing a raven strand from her eyes, the girl's normally long hair tied back into a bun, her gaze would settle upon the stretch of thankfully flat land before her. What took most of her attention was the gaping cave, etched deep into the cliff side. Large enough to fit even a dragon, it was obvious that the harpy was not wanting for space. Standing before the cave entrance, meanwhile, was a crude stone altar. She'd shudder just a tad as her eyes fell across the crimson staining it, the scent of copper clinging to the air. From what she could only assume, it was where the villagers brought their sacrifices. Young men and women, who bore no crime. It was said that the harpy disembowled them with her claws alone, letting them linger in pain before finally killing them and bringing them back as servants. Such a fate, no one deserved.
Lips pursing, she'd step forward. Clad in simple leather armor, she was hardly the most intimidating of warriors. Even still, her aim was second to none. Unstrapping her bow, and notching a arrow, she stepped into the cave.
This was it.
She had left at dawn. Bow taut, and arrows aplenty, Leda had eaten only the lightest of breakfasts before beginning the final leg of her journey. The young huntress had taken refuge at a small mountain village for the night, one of the few bastions that littered the treacherous path up the mountain side. And while the people within we're fairly pleasant, a hint of fear still lingered in the air. They, like so many others, we're tormented by the beast that lived upon the peak of the mountains. The rumors that surrounded it were grim, and even the girl could not help but to feel a slight shiver running down her spine as they rolled through her mind. They spoke of how, though it bore a woman's form, it was as fierce as any demon. They spoke of how it had talons sharp enough to gut a human as though it were nothing, and how even the most seasoned of hunters had fallen to it. Even worse, some spoke of how it could even bring back those it killed, granting them new forms and tempering their souls until they were nothing more than servants.
Whether they bore truth or not, Leda could not say. And while they are enough to bring forth a measure of hesitation, the girl forced herself to go forth. The hours ticked on by as she slowly clambered up the cliff sides, her petite form allowing the 18 year old to move fairly quickly.
It was around the evening when she finally reached her destination, her pale form covered in sweat. Brushing a raven strand from her eyes, the girl's normally long hair tied back into a bun, her gaze would settle upon the stretch of thankfully flat land before her. What took most of her attention was the gaping cave, etched deep into the cliff side. Large enough to fit even a dragon, it was obvious that the harpy was not wanting for space. Standing before the cave entrance, meanwhile, was a crude stone altar. She'd shudder just a tad as her eyes fell across the crimson staining it, the scent of copper clinging to the air. From what she could only assume, it was where the villagers brought their sacrifices. Young men and women, who bore no crime. It was said that the harpy disembowled them with her claws alone, letting them linger in pain before finally killing them and bringing them back as servants. Such a fate, no one deserved.
Lips pursing, she'd step forward. Clad in simple leather armor, she was hardly the most intimidating of warriors. Even still, her aim was second to none. Unstrapping her bow, and notching a arrow, she stepped into the cave.
This was it.
