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Prologue- Prophecy Sword in hand, drenched in blood, she stands in the middle of the chamber. Her name is Jarii.Prologue- Prophecy by ~ThE--ChEShIRe--CaT
Briefly her eyes stray to her surroundings, the room is colourless, stone on stone. It is not, however, bare. Simple, graceful carvings adorn the walls, but the grandeur is saved for the throne in the middle of the chamber. Ornate, serpentine designs intertwine over the entire chair, far too complex and mesmerizing to be human-made.
None of this is of interest to her.
It is the unearthly woman who rests there. Lady of Shadow.
Jet black locks, porcelain skin, bottomless ice grey eyes. Tendrils of wavy hair waft gently in a non-existent breeze, and
Sta.sh
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"They [the enemy] couldn't hit an elephant at this distance" - John Sedgwick, Union General, at the battle Spotsylvania in the American Civil War. Spoken immediately prior to being killed by enemy gunfire.
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"They [the enemy] couldn't hit an elephant at this distance" - John Sedgwick, Union General, at the battle Spotsylvania in the American Civil War. Spoken immediately prior to being killed by enemy gunfire.
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"They [the enemy] couldn't hit an elephant at this distance" - John Sedgwick, Union General, at the battle Spotsylvania in the American Civil War. Spoken immediately prior to being killed by enemy gunfire.
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I am exactly who I pretend to be.