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The monster inside me, it lurks and awaits its hour.
Talonia. Such a peaceful, little town, a place that differed from others so drastically, with its silent streets, calm atmosphere, and generally rather abandoned appearance. A place often visited by people, when seeking an escape from the mundane noise of the big cities and their other issues, and also, a place often visited by Guildless or Dark mages, who seeked a place where their illegal deals would not be noticed, most of the time, and where they were out of reach of the heavy hand of justice.
Yet Janneline Ariel, Ace of Savage Skull, had not came to seek refugee from the grasp of justice, nor had she came to seek a place where to perform a secret illegal deal with someone else. Quite the opposite; considering the amount of things that had been happening to her lately, she had decided to escape the big cities for a few, at least for a day, and visit a place not only sure for someone like her, but also a place where she could sit down, and think through everything that had happened to her lately. And, obviously, attempt to figure out what changes she would have to go through in her life from now on, considering who and what she was now. Although honestly, she had always been it, despite the fact that she had acquired knowledge about her true race not long ago. Information that had shocked her initially, yet with which she had grown to live with now, and which she treated as a valious information, a valious difference that made her supperior from other humans. Something which, honestly, was exactly that.
The fact that, inside her chest, there was not a beating heart. There was a stone, the sheer power of which kept her alive and would keep her alive for centuries and centuries. A stone that made her immortal, uncapable of falling dead due to human illness, giving her resistance to human illness, even the most ferocious illness. The fact that she had no mother, that she was not born the traditional way, which she considered weirder than the way she was born, but was "born", or rather, created, with her "Father"'s Alchemy abilities, the fact that she was not an actual human made her different. And supperior. Why? Because she was immune to illness. She was an artificial human, someone that was created to be perfect. She was created, more specifically, to be the most loyal of Warriors, always by her Master's side, the most devoted of Knights, always ready to complete her duty, and obviously, the most skilled of Knights and Mages.
Walking through the Solemn park, her white dress and hair slightly brushed by the wind, Janna stopped in front of the river, placing her hands on the metallic bars that prevented people from falling onto the water, staring at her reflection in the crystaline water below her. Her pink eye was ever so beautiful and cold, her red eye always covered by a perfect Lily,, an eternal flower, a magical one, which represented herself, in a sense. Beautiful and elegant as the lily, yet eternal like the flower that covered her eye. Smiling, she softly removed it from her eye, revealing her red iris, watching as it ignite, in a sense, in the same second that its lock, the flower, was removed. The only imperfection in her, the flaming eye. Every time she removed the lily and revealed her red eye, it seemed to ignite in crimson, harmless flames, the meaning of which Janna could not discover and which was the only error in her creation. An error, which she actually enjoyed, as it was quite an interesting error.
Yet Janneline Ariel, Ace of Savage Skull, had not came to seek refugee from the grasp of justice, nor had she came to seek a place where to perform a secret illegal deal with someone else. Quite the opposite; considering the amount of things that had been happening to her lately, she had decided to escape the big cities for a few, at least for a day, and visit a place not only sure for someone like her, but also a place where she could sit down, and think through everything that had happened to her lately. And, obviously, attempt to figure out what changes she would have to go through in her life from now on, considering who and what she was now. Although honestly, she had always been it, despite the fact that she had acquired knowledge about her true race not long ago. Information that had shocked her initially, yet with which she had grown to live with now, and which she treated as a valious information, a valious difference that made her supperior from other humans. Something which, honestly, was exactly that.
The fact that, inside her chest, there was not a beating heart. There was a stone, the sheer power of which kept her alive and would keep her alive for centuries and centuries. A stone that made her immortal, uncapable of falling dead due to human illness, giving her resistance to human illness, even the most ferocious illness. The fact that she had no mother, that she was not born the traditional way, which she considered weirder than the way she was born, but was "born", or rather, created, with her "Father"'s Alchemy abilities, the fact that she was not an actual human made her different. And supperior. Why? Because she was immune to illness. She was an artificial human, someone that was created to be perfect. She was created, more specifically, to be the most loyal of Warriors, always by her Master's side, the most devoted of Knights, always ready to complete her duty, and obviously, the most skilled of Knights and Mages.
Walking through the Solemn park, her white dress and hair slightly brushed by the wind, Janna stopped in front of the river, placing her hands on the metallic bars that prevented people from falling onto the water, staring at her reflection in the crystaline water below her. Her pink eye was ever so beautiful and cold, her red eye always covered by a perfect Lily,, an eternal flower, a magical one, which represented herself, in a sense. Beautiful and elegant as the lily, yet eternal like the flower that covered her eye. Smiling, she softly removed it from her eye, revealing her red iris, watching as it ignite, in a sense, in the same second that its lock, the flower, was removed. The only imperfection in her, the flaming eye. Every time she removed the lily and revealed her red eye, it seemed to ignite in crimson, harmless flames, the meaning of which Janna could not discover and which was the only error in her creation. An error, which she actually enjoyed, as it was quite an interesting error.
WORDS: 0616 - TAGS: @Elijah - NOTES: Janna's red eye looks like Black Rock Shooter's flaming eye in this post.
