 You are spit out from the portal and, out of breath, lean up against a tree. Your hand slides along the trunk and it feels like you've rubbed sandpaper. You look at your hand and see it covered in charcoal. You furrow your brow as a slight tingle rises from your nerves then your hand begins to burn and you shake it wildly. Quickly, you wipe away the black dust on your cloths. You look at the tree you were leaning against. It looks burnt to a crisp but tiny white, silver-tinted leaves wave in the wind on its branches. Thorny vines crawl up its trunk and entangle in its branches, with violet flower sprouting here and there. Such a wonderous creation but so defensive. You shrug it off and look out before you. Your mouth gapes as you gaze out at the meadow. The whole grassland is alight with red, orange and yellow flowers. They sway in the wind creating the illusion that the whole meadow is afire. The sight soothes you, hypnotizes you, and your eyes begin to close. The coal black trees with silver leaves catching the sunlight add much contrast and capture you. The setting sun in the background sets the trees ablaze and casts dark, foreboding shadows all around you. A low threatening snarl followed by an equal harsh snort snaps you from your daze. Slowly, without thinking, you turn your head slightly in the direction of the sound. 
Forepaw raised, back hoof stomping, the white creature flags her bladed tail. Without warning, she rears up emitting something between a fierce neigh and a malevolent snarl. Her neck arching like a viper, her eyes furiously aglow with rage and gleaming, tri-colored ram horns crowning her like a queen. She thrashes at the air with clawed forepaws and stomps one hoof to the ground before settling. She stands stock still bobbing and tossing her head with mean, intentive snorts but she does not move. Her eyes are fixed beyond you, behind you and instinctively you turn to see a white, black-striped figure. Lady Reaper pulls back her velvet cloak with a too sweet smile twisting her lips and a mischievious glint in her eyes."A fair greeting, she usually chases visitors around for awhile." Lady Reaper walks passed you with that sinister expression to the creature a few feet from you. She bows her head against the creature's forehead which looks covered with a sort of face plate. She strokes the pale cheek with her pale hand then looks up at you. "Lih Reaf is a Naavainemar discovered by Sera at Hawkings Crest. The species name is Elven for Ancient Spirit of Honour. Her name is also Elven, you'd say her name as Malice Muse, in English." Lady Reaper's eyes fall back on the Naa who shifts her position. The Naa stands to the side and you see bright red marks on her hindquarters and the hindleg she continiously scrapes the earth with. The marks seem hardly healed and you begin to feel a small sympathy for her until she flashes her bladed tail. You swallow back hard and become tense once more as she eyes you. Reaf turns away from you and walks a few paces away in a strong, tempered stride. She looks back at you, clicking the two tail blades opened and closed. Lady Reaper looks back at you clasping her hands together infront of her. She bows her head and walks passed you to the shadows of the forest. You distinctively hear a quiet and mischievious giggle. A white figure pounces toward you and you stumble back out of the way. You watch as Reaf lands a few feet from you and turns on her heels to face you again. She lowers her head with a snort, swaying her neck back and forth with her hind hoof scraping at the ground. Your eyes widen as you are chased through the meadow by the stampeding Naa. You see one of the ash trees ahead and make a final push to reach it. You find yourself sitting on one of the high branches clutching the tree trunk for dear life. Lih Reaf rears up and claws at the tree. Finally, she catches your gaze and you feel a sudden urge to laugh evilly. You furrow your brow as you watch her trot away triumphantly.
Shadow Entrance Realm Lady Reaper Background courtesy of Myrror of Lanse'shri. |
