Post by Asante Soraya on Jan 24, 2007 21:07:22 GMT -5
After a long, lonesome contemplation on politics in the cemetary, Asante decided it was time for a change of scenery. She was on leave--vacation, you could call it--but frankly had nothing to do but wander around. Being an assassin, she'd been careful not to bring any relationships beyond the acquaintence level, and there were scarcely any of those; she didn't want to be connected, lest the necessity of a friend's death should arise. She'd learned the hard way that disconnected was the only way she could live. It wasn't pleasant for most, being alone, but Asante had been forced to adapt to this lifestyle.
It's not like anyone had ever tried to break through her shell.
Supressing a sigh, Asante drifted onto the shoreline, just in time to see small pink streaks stretching toward her from the horizon: daybreak.
She smiled, a rare, genuine smile, and glided to the ocean, which was nearly still save for a few pathetic excuses for waves--they were more like large ripples--and stood in the water where it came up to her ankles. A tingly feeling threaded its way up the nerves in her wings, sprouting from where their tips touched the water, but it wasn't uncomfortable. A bit strange, yes, but still easy to endure. She was thankful that the clothes she was wearing were suitable for her position; all were black and skintight, with a sleeveless top and pants that only came halfway down her shins, so they didn't get wet.
Asante stood there, stoic, for another half hour, watching the sky grow lighter and lighter. And then...then the first glimpse of the sun was hers, and Asante herself began glowing from the light within.
Her dark blonde hair adopted a golden sheen; the white wings shone as brilliantly as if they were their own light; her skin shimmered, as though it were coated in perfect, tiny diamonds; and her eyes, normally soft brown, became glowing white orbs.
She locked her eyes on the rising sun, her whole body tingling now, losing herself in the ethereal brilliance of her own power. Times like these...well, they were the only times Asante felt truly at peace.
The only times she felt whole.
It's not like anyone had ever tried to break through her shell.
Supressing a sigh, Asante drifted onto the shoreline, just in time to see small pink streaks stretching toward her from the horizon: daybreak.
She smiled, a rare, genuine smile, and glided to the ocean, which was nearly still save for a few pathetic excuses for waves--they were more like large ripples--and stood in the water where it came up to her ankles. A tingly feeling threaded its way up the nerves in her wings, sprouting from where their tips touched the water, but it wasn't uncomfortable. A bit strange, yes, but still easy to endure. She was thankful that the clothes she was wearing were suitable for her position; all were black and skintight, with a sleeveless top and pants that only came halfway down her shins, so they didn't get wet.
Asante stood there, stoic, for another half hour, watching the sky grow lighter and lighter. And then...then the first glimpse of the sun was hers, and Asante herself began glowing from the light within.
Her dark blonde hair adopted a golden sheen; the white wings shone as brilliantly as if they were their own light; her skin shimmered, as though it were coated in perfect, tiny diamonds; and her eyes, normally soft brown, became glowing white orbs.
She locked her eyes on the rising sun, her whole body tingling now, losing herself in the ethereal brilliance of her own power. Times like these...well, they were the only times Asante felt truly at peace.
The only times she felt whole.