07-22-2009, 10:06 PM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/temp/jezebel.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:270px; padding-left:10px; padding-right:10px; padding-bottom:10px;"> Jezebel sat herself down on a large piece of driftwood hard, cursing under her breath as she lifted her left leg to cross over the other, pulling her foot closer so she could get a better look at the cut on the bottom of one of her pads. She had been walking along one of the Bay's many shores that afternoon, looking out across the waters as she held a stick loosely in her hand, trailing it behind her and leaving a long line in the sand; it was an almost unconscious marker for her to follow whenever she chose to turn back. Her day had started out fine, Jezebel leaving her home amongst the caverns of Inferni before setting out in the cool, overcast morning to just explore and let her mind wander freely over the past couple months and how much her life had changed in that time. The ashen woman's life had in fact not changed so drastically since the Scintilla War some three years before, forcing her and many others to grow up quickly and face the realities of life and the even harsher realities of death. Many would perhaps not think of Jezebel as a veteran of war; her body held no signs of obvious damage from fighting—save for a few scars hidden by her dark gray and cream accented fur—and she seemed to be quite the petite, feminine creature with wavy, dark locks and a well cared for appearance. Once the obvious was looked past though and one reached the dark, blood red depths of her eyes they could see all the contained sorrow and fury the woman had beheld once she let her guard down. The emotions built up from weeks, months even, of death and torture. Watching the life from her comrades eyes slip away as they took their last breath, leaving behind dull and emotionless beads. Now, today under the slowly dissipating clouds and growing heat, these emotions leaked through into Jezebel's eyes due to the pain she felt from the gash upon her foot and the blood that welled up all to eagerly. Tears slipped past her tight and guarded gaze, and with a low growl she lifted the sharp piece of seashell that had bit into her flesh and chucked it roughly towards the waters. It had seemed at first that finding a new home within Inferni and the reunion with her greatest friendship—Gabriel—could not mask or push back the feelings and terrible memories of her past. It seemed nothing ever would, and that her dreams were not the only place where these dark images could seep through and unfold before her very eyes. Trembling now Jezebel took a few steadying breaths, leaning forward to rest her forehead across her leg, the cross she wore faithfully around her neck tickling the fur along her thigh. Slowly calming down she straightened, looking out over the lapping waters of the Bay as she tried to blink away the tears before staring solemnly along the horizon, catching mere glimpses of the land across the great expanse before her; dreading the hike back, which would no doubt be a long and painful one. |