05-30-2008, 09:41 PM
She didn't know what had found her in the middle of the strange strange empty yard. The long rotted remains of wood that the humans had obviously used at one point seemed to be piled high everywhere but the smallest touch would bring the sturdy looking shells crumbling down. She had touched one or two pieces before giving up on trying to see if they could be used, finally the silver and gold hued woman turned towards the old abandoned building before her, the silence of the mill yard was alarming but she assumed it was because of her own presence.
Strolling into the hollow building she let her eyes adjust to the dim light as the scent of long decaying materials rained supreme. Shaking her head to clear the first intrusion of smells from her nose she began to explore. She was shocked to find that there wasn't really anything to the building except more piles of the rotting wood and rows of rusty looking human machinery. Up above she could see a room that seemed to overlook the whole floor, the whole face of it seemed to be glass, the dull reflection of light flickering off it, ignoring the room for the moment she began examining one of the old blades, the metal still sharp as razors though rust covered the blade making it look as though covered with old dry blood. Shaking her head she ran a finger over the blade, turning it slowly and watching the rust fleck away from the metal leaving a dull sheen underneath.
Strolling into the hollow building she let her eyes adjust to the dim light as the scent of long decaying materials rained supreme. Shaking her head to clear the first intrusion of smells from her nose she began to explore. She was shocked to find that there wasn't really anything to the building except more piles of the rotting wood and rows of rusty looking human machinery. Up above she could see a room that seemed to overlook the whole floor, the whole face of it seemed to be glass, the dull reflection of light flickering off it, ignoring the room for the moment she began examining one of the old blades, the metal still sharp as razors though rust covered the blade making it look as though covered with old dry blood. Shaking her head she ran a finger over the blade, turning it slowly and watching the rust fleck away from the metal leaving a dull sheen underneath.