One year, and six months. That was how long ago Jen had ventured out on a job by herself. On her way back, a week later, she had been blindsided and captured. She was forced to watch as her friends and loved ones slowly but surely gave up on her, even the two she trusted the most. It took time, but it did eventually happen. In the remaining days, she allowed her anger to overtake her.
Recently, there had been reports of a crazed blonde demon setting forests ablaze, and razing villages. Could this have been her? Who's to say? One thing was for certain, though, word would certainly reach her guild. The woman sat upon a pile of bones, watching as what remained of one such village burned down, and laughing all the while. It felt good to cut loose after being trapped for so long. Her clothes were in tatters, and shackle clamps remained around her neck, right wrist, and left ankle. Scars that only one of her comrades might recognize adorned her form.
Recently, there had been reports of a crazed blonde demon setting forests ablaze, and razing villages. Could this have been her? Who's to say? One thing was for certain, though, word would certainly reach her guild. The woman sat upon a pile of bones, watching as what remained of one such village burned down, and laughing all the while. It felt good to cut loose after being trapped for so long. Her clothes were in tatters, and shackle clamps remained around her neck, right wrist, and left ankle. Scars that only one of her comrades might recognize adorned her form.