The light shone over the small hamlet of Nye, a simple town with simple folk with simple minds. Sil sighed to herself as she looked over the now so peacefull place...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">tch... They seem so happy... The calm of idiots going about their lives, drones that aren't smart enough to realise their misfortune. Pathetic...</span><br/><br/>Sil was muttering to herself as she slowly trudged towards the town, she had a package to deliver, it should give her the coin to get some real food for awhile... It was well worth what she would face there.<br/><br/>Her breaths quickened and she gripped tighter on her walking staff as she recalled it... the flames...<br/><br/>As she slowed her walk she came across pond, the water reflected her like a mirror and she looked upon herself for the first time in a few days... She needed a bath badly...<br/>Sif was a woman of vaguely sylvan origins, her features were warped, either by the forces of nature, or by the blood of fairies. She shone in the light of the sun, especially her hair. Fairies were pretty though... Known for their tantilising beauty, where Sif was just sort of plain looking, her face was long like an elves, but showed her cheekbones in an unflattering manner. She was skinny, but too skinny, and with no curves to speak of, she could easily pass for a male elf if she just deepened her voice a little... hell with the steriotypes of elven men, she could just say she was a guy and they would probably believe her.<br/><br/>Her hair was like silver, but not straight and flowing like such hair was meant to be, rather it was clumpy and curved in anoying places, and she had a swirl in her bangs that kept falling into her eyes no matter what she tried...<br/><br/>Her irisses where white, only distinguishable from the rest of her eyes by a small grey ring. It gave her eyes a manic, piercing quality which she hated.<br/>Her lip was a thin line, often invisible when near people out of fear of their reaction...<br/><br/>The woman wore a bright red cape, draped over her shoulders, this was Fury, her wings and only trusty companion, turned to a cape for ease of travel, and for comfort... The sun was out but the wind was chilling, without the cape she would be freezing.<br/><br/>This place was isolated... nothing but humans as far as the eye could see... great.<br/>As she closed in on Nye she wondered if there would be anyone here who wouldn't speak of her in a hushed tone as she passed...<br/><br/>((and the OOCl<a class="postlink-local" href="http://www.creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=47511">viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=47511</a>l))