Reflections... Fantasy RP (IC)
Although 25, Anna still felt pretty dumb when it came to the world. She felt like there was still much to learn, after all she hadn't mastered her skills yet. She took off her metal helmet, her long black hair wild and everywhere. She scratched her helmet-hair, and gazed at what was just before her. A old sanctuary it seemed. With the windows held in tact but the walls punched out, the ceiling missing. It looked old, from 12th century or so.
Sunlight crept in the decaying building, the columns missing chunks of their height. Amongst the shadow and light, a bird bath was still in tact in what seemed like an overgrowth of garden outside the abandoned sanctuary. The metal was green and rusted, but the bath still held water from the rain. A yellow, long tailed bird bathed itself in the sunlight, quietly singing.
Anna walked up to the bird bath, crept up as she did not want the bird to leave its place. The bird stopped moving in the quiet atmosphere, just watching Anna with its beady black eyes. It did not flinch, it not move. Anna looked at it curiously as she neared the bird bath, holding out a palm of her hand. The metal of her gloves glistened in the sunlight. She was inches away from the bird, and the bird still did not move. She brushed its feathers. Was this a sign? Just as butterflies land on fingers, it could have been a sign.
The bird sang, and gathered its wings into the air. As it flew Anna watched, its wings gliding higher in the air.
The quiet atmosphere was too quiet. Anna could sense something in her gut that something was amiss.
Ominous let out a drawn-out cackle as he materialized in front of the girl. He cocked his head to one side, his black hat hitting the floor, and drew a glass flask from the numerous pockets of his overcoat. He then took a swig of the briny liquid and hobbled over to the girl, leaning on a gnarled cane and smiling a toothless smile. Clicking his tongue and snapping his fingers an ebony cloud of gas rolled from his right ear before condesing into the the shape of a raven that perched on his shoulder. The cloud thickened and the raven shape became quite real and quite solid. With another snap his black hat hovered off the ground, setting itself at a jaunty angle on his head. He then cackled once more before speaking, his voiced full of energy for one so old.
"It's not wise for a girl young as you to be out these days. There are monsters about, with long black fangs and razor-sharp maws. Monsters not entirely animal. Half-Men, half-beast some say. Conscious and wild. They wear fur and drink hallucingenic brew that sends them into battle, lustful for blood, and hungry for flesh. They'll take the hide from your skin and the suck the marrow from your bones. Beware young lady! Beware!"