The World At It's Knees - Roleplaying

On the outskirts of town, where the city was foreshadowed by dunes, Amara stood near the tip of it, looking down at the rune city below. Flashes of memories of what it once been go through her mind, but her face shows no emotion. Her long raven hair flows about in the wind.

As Damian walked he froze, someone was near, someone he didn't want to be anywhere near him. His shadow eye watched her on the dunes, her hair flowing in the wind. He hissed, looking in her direction.

Hearing some soft rustling coming not far below the dune from her, Amara's light blue eyes flickered over to that area and scanned, watching carefully. Wondering if she was being watched, one hand slowly moved over to the hilt of her blade, just in case if she was to be jumped.

~Damian is like a mile or so away, in the town, but he has the ability to see from any shadow, so hes watching her via that~

Damian snarled, walking faster towards the outpost, his shadows eye still upon her.

~she has sharp hearing~

She didn't like this, anger and feelings of great loss dampening the air. Inhaling those scents in, made her feel a little sad too, but didn't show it.

Damian watched her ever closely as he walked down the street, 'Who are you..?' he thought

Amara remained rooted to her spot on the dune, not wanting to give any signs to whoever was watching her.

The shadows on teh ground beneath Amara's feet begin to crawl up her legs, burning the skin.

Feeling something tickling her legs, Amara quickly made a huge leap towards the top of a nearby building and ducked out of view. Leaning against the chimmney, she slowly unsheathed her siath and listened carefully. Sensing for any sign of movement or flicker of energy.

The shadow on the chimnet wraps around her throat, choking her, burning the flesh on the outside.

Having the healing factor on her side, Amara didn't care if she got burned. Brining her blade higher in hand, she whipped around and tried to make her mark. But only hit the smoke. Curious, her blue eyes flickered about, stealth was at a lost, might as well..."Show yourself!" Amara ordered.

Damian chuckled from his position far away, still heading to the outpost. As Damian walked the shadows sprung forward, wrapping around Amara and bringing her to the ground, tearing at her body hard enough to falter the healing factor slightly.

Fealing a slight pain and weight pressed against her, Amara's eye began to fog over to a ivory tint and suddenly her body became a black brimstone cloud. Her body and image there disappeared, causing Damien to lose his balance and fall to the ground as for she had teleported away.

Damian stood, laughing, 'Very nice trick mistress..' he thought

Thousands miles away on an island not far off the coast of South America, Amara appeared on the beach at sunset. She sat down to watch it and amare it as she healed.

A small voice whispered into her mind 'You cant hide from shadow..' it said, then vanished.

"Shinbi-wa...," she whispered, then not wanting her privacy invaded again, Amara began to build mind barriers to protect herself from that jerk.

~some translation please? i dont speak that language which i will guess is..japanese?~

~it means f**k you.~

~aight, thanks~

Damian glared at the ground as he walked. 'She's strong...never a good sign..' he thought.