"MOVE! RUN WHILE YOU CAN!"
The Moonstone. Always shining, even as she fought to her last breath. Blood at her side from a sword's slash prior. The eyepatch that covered her right eye had been long destroyed and lost as a casualty of war, revealing the glowing gem that made up into the form of her fake eye. With rapier in hand, the hand guard caught the blade of anther Gem before she struck forward and sliced at the attacker, bringing them to a sickening crash on the ground below. She could only try to do what she had promised: fight until she couldn't anymore. And as the rage built up with the lunatic power, she had. Adrenaline could only go so far, and even now the bloodloss left her feeling drained.
The Moonstone fought 'til the very end. A blade through her shoulder, a shot through her heart, and a spear through the gut until she stopped. She didn't fall 'til the very end, defiance in her heart as she tried her damnedest to keep standing. Yet, the ground beneath her -- though stained with blood -- was a welcome rest from the battle. It wasn't long now...not many left. The end was inevitable, but it was a shame that she wouldn't be able to see the outcome that they had all wanted. Instead, she smiled as she looked up to the sky.
Hey. For a moment, it was almost as if she wasn't blind. Two sides of the same sky. One bright as day, and one blurred and black as night from the vision her right eye saw in another future. Another place.
The Moonstone slept. With her blood seeping into the cloak that hugged her body, white clothes stained with blood as she faded to that sweet cold embrace. A slumber like no other, with the promise of not waking up. A true peace, earned the way she'd wanted or at the very least-
Or...it seemed that way. Perhaps she was lied to instead.
Years of the endless sleep, until an abrupt opening of the eyes led her to look and see that sky above her once more. Was is a sick irony, that she die with her gaze to the sky and wake up the same? Body parts ached as her digits curled inwards, only to ease their tension and sigh as she laid in the wildly grown nature. The blood had faded away long ago, and in its place seemed to be the pleasant feeling of grass and warmth in the sunlight. Part of her was curious to explore but...
The Gem was tired.
And that was her reasoning for staying in the grass, feeling those small cracks and pops of her body as she tried stretching out for a moment. That was all that she wanted to do at the moment...sleep a little longer. Try to think back to what had happened. How she'd ended up here. What she was doing laying in this grass, wrapped up in her cloak. Waking up moment by moment to understand or try to comprehend what had gone on as she'd been out. Even if there were others around at the moment, she just wanted to bathe in the peaceful moment she was allowed to have. It'd been a while...or had it? When was the last time she aat down and closes her eyes to relax herself?
The Moonstone. Always shining, even as she fought to her last breath. Blood at her side from a sword's slash prior. The eyepatch that covered her right eye had been long destroyed and lost as a casualty of war, revealing the glowing gem that made up into the form of her fake eye. With rapier in hand, the hand guard caught the blade of anther Gem before she struck forward and sliced at the attacker, bringing them to a sickening crash on the ground below. She could only try to do what she had promised: fight until she couldn't anymore. And as the rage built up with the lunatic power, she had. Adrenaline could only go so far, and even now the bloodloss left her feeling drained.
The Moonstone fought 'til the very end. A blade through her shoulder, a shot through her heart, and a spear through the gut until she stopped. She didn't fall 'til the very end, defiance in her heart as she tried her damnedest to keep standing. Yet, the ground beneath her -- though stained with blood -- was a welcome rest from the battle. It wasn't long now...not many left. The end was inevitable, but it was a shame that she wouldn't be able to see the outcome that they had all wanted. Instead, she smiled as she looked up to the sky.
Hey. For a moment, it was almost as if she wasn't blind. Two sides of the same sky. One bright as day, and one blurred and black as night from the vision her right eye saw in another future. Another place.
The Moonstone slept. With her blood seeping into the cloak that hugged her body, white clothes stained with blood as she faded to that sweet cold embrace. A slumber like no other, with the promise of not waking up. A true peace, earned the way she'd wanted or at the very least-
Or...it seemed that way. Perhaps she was lied to instead.
Years of the endless sleep, until an abrupt opening of the eyes led her to look and see that sky above her once more. Was is a sick irony, that she die with her gaze to the sky and wake up the same? Body parts ached as her digits curled inwards, only to ease their tension and sigh as she laid in the wildly grown nature. The blood had faded away long ago, and in its place seemed to be the pleasant feeling of grass and warmth in the sunlight. Part of her was curious to explore but...
The Gem was tired.
And that was her reasoning for staying in the grass, feeling those small cracks and pops of her body as she tried stretching out for a moment. That was all that she wanted to do at the moment...sleep a little longer. Try to think back to what had happened. How she'd ended up here. What she was doing laying in this grass, wrapped up in her cloak. Waking up moment by moment to understand or try to comprehend what had gone on as she'd been out. Even if there were others around at the moment, she just wanted to bathe in the peaceful moment she was allowed to have. It'd been a while...or had it? When was the last time she aat down and closes her eyes to relax herself?