A cold and wintry breeze blew out and through the woods, one that was out of place and far too chilling for the time of season. It was as if even the wind could not escape that which was the death of the world, even in the fresh prime of summer. The trees almost shivered in this reminder of the state of the realm and its Denizen's, though one shape moved throughout the woods with a posture of alien strength despite this.<br/><br/>A long and one-sided blade was carried on the shoulder of this individual, darkened leather and layers of fabrics draped over their form while feathers bounced on their shoulders from their gait. In the growing sunset, dark and navy-grey hairs were kissed a reddish and yellowish copper; The cool tones of such a blue burnt out and neutralized from such light. Pale skin was colored gold, and silver eyes were dyed yellow as dark and slitted pupils stared forward and ahead in fixation.<br/><br/>She would have been a beauty if any of it mattered anymore, as her shape was fitted and feminine, her features delicate and soft, and her hair long and thick; Woven in a wide loose braid against her back. Such things were meaningless to those that occupied the woods with her now, and their white and dead eyes crept out from the branches and leaves at something they found much more beautiful that any of her external appearance or womanly grace - Her soul was their main desire, and their madness made them neither careful nor humble about such aspirations.<br/><br/>As if all at once, the many rabid warriors burst out from the wooden pillars that was the surrounding trees and converged upon her shape, ripped robes and brandished blades swinging out wildly with the hopes of connecting to sweet, fresh flesh and drawing scented crimson blood. The woman responded with a swing of her blade, ripping through some of their own weak grasps and plummeting their weapons to the ground. Their lack of sanity was their greatest weakness, and she would do her best to exploit it as she weaved back and away from their companion's thrusts and clattering of blades.