Dead. All dead.<br/><br/>It was devastation like she'd never seen - The Monastery in flames. Her entire<em>life</em>incinerated - Picking through the bodies of friends, of teachers, of everyone she'd known...<br/><br/>A shivery gasp purred from Silent Wolf's - No,<em>Lone</em>Wolf, now - lips, her hands stained with ash. A tall, lissome beauty - Her full breasts pressing up against the tight bodice she wore, a faint *creak* of leather echoing in her ears - Lost in the cawing of ravens, the crackle of flames - honey-blonde hair framed her lovely features, as she drew her hood up, biting her lip, swiping a hand against the tears that trickled down her cheeks.<br/><br/>"Everyone..." she murmured - Her breath coming faster, faster...Shaking her head, trying to clear it. This was - This was a nightmare. The hateful banner loomed before her, the axe knocking against her hip...She'd spent almost an hour pawing through the ruins, and...<br/><br/>No survivors. None, except for her.<br/><br/>She had to - She couldn't do this by herself. A sense of cold calm washed over the curvy Kai adept, her slim fingers tightening on the haft of the axe...She had to warn someone. She had to warn the *King*...