by Jiyu Kazehime 29th July 2016, 4:51 pm
Attached to darkened black stained purple wrists, bruises resembling ropes, burns from such objects settled painfully over the marks, pale fingers struggled. At the current moment? She was engaged in a life or death battle, scratched up finger's with entirely worn away nails gripping desperately at slick material, an item so smooth it felt as if it would just fall from her shaking cut up hands and fall to the floor in millions of tiny pieces! However the mage could not allow her precious carried item to meet such a horrid fate, she'd get this thing open yet, skeletal arms feeling rivet's of agonizing pain washing over them as she stubbornly continued on with her task. Every single move the young wind mage committed to, was something that was likely not best the course of action of her currently frail and deteriorated body. Even with a beast lineage she was currently unaware of, the body of any given living creature could only take so much before it was broken beyond all repair. In recent day's? Jiyu had thought she'd hit that point of no return, encounter a day when her fight was no long and she'd struggle for air her lungs had become incapable of breathing in. However that day had never come, and now she had to fight even harder to make sure such trouble never returned for her, or at least if such trouble did return, she could take care of herself this time.
"I'm Marschal Leigh, one of the members of Black Rose, and thus, an owner of Silver Moon Inn,"
She heard his voice, and her head turned, odd colored eyes sparking with something as she bit her quivering lower lip, closing her dual colored eyes. While everyone else was out there greeting someone new from the word's she could hear and make out? Here was she, a pitiful little five foot woman struggling with a simple container of food in the kitchen! It was pitiful and two years ago this would have never played out, she'd be out there teasing the person who had just arrived, or at least shamelessly play flirting with patrons. However she'd never gotten the chance, because they'd taken it away from her, for two long years they'd taken everything from her and given her only unending darkness; It wasn't the thing's they'd done that hurt Jiyu the most thought! kazehime? Was hurt, damned and murdered the most by one simple fact, she still felt at most times, like she was being held there, bound so tightly with no escape, utter darkness, not knowing what they'd do to her next or if they intended to kill her, which at some points she thought might be best, but in the end she was always to stubborn to allow death as an option, it had payed off in the end.
"Marschal!" her enchanting voice flew into the air carelessly, the tone of it being near shouting but so hoarse as if she had used her voice way too much recently, the voice of someone who spent the whole day screaming at the top of their lungs. Only? She'd sent two years doing it! Until he'd swept in like the prince in shining armor she never asked for, never claimed to need, and swept her away, back home. To say that the silver haired man was one of the only member's of the guild that Jiyu could trust and look to right now, well she'd never admit it, but the statement was true. Out of everyone there? The short woman stormed up to the man so much taller than her, even sitting at the bar as he was and standing as she was, they were a dwarf and giant when compared beside each other; Yet the midget of this equation was holding up a jar of sardines to the large male's back, her eyes staring straight up at his silvery hair, green and blue orbs holding the scene around her without fear, for her fear was reserved for other things. "Open this for me"
She made her demand, her body trembling slightly and her breathing somewhat heavy, as if she'd been struggling with the jar for hours. In her state? She'd only been fighting it for several minutes. Now all she could do was wait. As she stood there, Jiyu tapped her leg against the floor, the move naturally without and intent drew attention to her lower legs, for the first second looking at them you'd think she was wearing some weird colored tight leg warmers, however only a second later it was easy to realize she was wearing nothing like that, instead her entire lower legs were painted in a large continuous bruise as if something had been recently removed from them. FINALLY the female turned her head towards the new comer, a jarring action considering the entire left side of her face was still scraped and bruised, a burn mark on the other cheek, , similar burn marks visible across her collar and arms left visible from the bikini top she was wearing. "I'm Jiyu." speaking she finally took a seat at the bar, plopping down in the seat next to Leigh and pushing the sardines next to him, looking over expectantly, because if he didn't do it for her, she'd start fighting with the jar on her own again.
It was only now sitting there, that she became once more aware of her current state, crossing her arms over her chest and upper torso, sighing slightly behind a bitten lip. Now that she wasn't fighting but waiting? She felt vulnerable again. Why had she left her jacket up in her room? Slowly she forced her arms against the bar, convincing them to stay lowered even thought it left her long hair as the only defense against peering eyes.