Elide
Elide is a persistent student. Darkness comes, and she with it. It does not take her long before her steps have reached the fortress, with its promises of greatness and battles, and risks to be taken. An onslaught of clashing weapons echoes through its chambers, and she sweeps towards the sounds that are like music to her ears.
There is something lodged in the back of her mind, however, and that is the message she heeded from none other than Wessex. The Ascended Queen, if you will. If ever there were a time to sharpen her blade and ready her armor, it would be now.
She arrives to find him fighting and brandishing his recruits, which is just as well. She will not wait in line, however, and she only watches for a few moments until the next soldier is down for the count.
It is impertinent that she grows stronger, as time ticks by and the nights ebb into dangers of the LongNight monsters. Something she has never had the chance to see for herself. No, she stayed tucked away in the wilderness of Halo. Such matters had never had to do with her, until now, until she pledged herself to the Voice - and the family that comes with it.
"Deimos," her voice echoes across the training grounds, strong and clear through the cacophony of the soldiers. She surges forth, dressed to kill. Well, not literally, of course, but she looks the part. Leather armor clads over her daring figure, a longsword in her hands.
While there is something more she needs to ask of him than the practice of a swinging sword, she aims to charge into the fray first. Talk can come later. The heat of the moment is contagious, even if Elide is always cold.
So her sword bucks against his, attempting to contain all of the knowledge he has already shared with her. Attempting to move faster than him in the hopes that she is, given her smaller and more agile frame. She grits her teeth and readies her muscles against the clash she knows is coming.
There is something lodged in the back of her mind, however, and that is the message she heeded from none other than Wessex. The Ascended Queen, if you will. If ever there were a time to sharpen her blade and ready her armor, it would be now.
She arrives to find him fighting and brandishing his recruits, which is just as well. She will not wait in line, however, and she only watches for a few moments until the next soldier is down for the count.
It is impertinent that she grows stronger, as time ticks by and the nights ebb into dangers of the LongNight monsters. Something she has never had the chance to see for herself. No, she stayed tucked away in the wilderness of Halo. Such matters had never had to do with her, until now, until she pledged herself to the Voice - and the family that comes with it.
"Deimos," her voice echoes across the training grounds, strong and clear through the cacophony of the soldiers. She surges forth, dressed to kill. Well, not literally, of course, but she looks the part. Leather armor clads over her daring figure, a longsword in her hands.
While there is something more she needs to ask of him than the practice of a swinging sword, she aims to charge into the fray first. Talk can come later. The heat of the moment is contagious, even if Elide is always cold.
So her sword bucks against his, attempting to contain all of the knowledge he has already shared with her. Attempting to move faster than him in the hopes that she is, given her smaller and more agile frame. She grits her teeth and readies her muscles against the clash she knows is coming.
sewn together, my humanity and my immortality
together, they hang, trading places like sun and moon
together, they hang, trading places like sun and moon
