Post by Ariah on Dec 3, 2006 17:18:02 GMT 10
Ariah calmly walked parallel to the drop off of the canyon. Today she did not wear a silk shirt, but a cotton shirt with leather weaved into it for a sturdier shirt. She was expecting trouble that night, intuition. Her eyes scanned the surrounding area and she began to bring in the clouds. She wanted it ready, in case she needed the weather. Some fights didn’t require the storms, but others did… drastically. She continued to walk, not sure where the ‘trouble’ would come from nor from whom.
There was one thing she made sure no one could tell by simply looking at her. She was somewhat worried. Usually she was until she saw her opponent and the worry went away, whether they were better than she was or not. Of course, she realized she felt worried before people stronger than her showed up to fight more so than the weaker ones. There was a possibility she would not come out of this alive, but then again she might. The other might die, they might not. If she was almost killed how many times would that make now, ten, fifteen? Ariah had lost count a long time ago and she supposed it didn’t really matter.
Finally she stopped and glanced at the darkness that stood between the two cliffs and down into the split that went so far. Where did it go? She didn’t really want to know. When she walked for a bit longer she took herself farther away from the edge. If there was to be a fight, she didn’t want to get tossed over.
There was one thing she made sure no one could tell by simply looking at her. She was somewhat worried. Usually she was until she saw her opponent and the worry went away, whether they were better than she was or not. Of course, she realized she felt worried before people stronger than her showed up to fight more so than the weaker ones. There was a possibility she would not come out of this alive, but then again she might. The other might die, they might not. If she was almost killed how many times would that make now, ten, fifteen? Ariah had lost count a long time ago and she supposed it didn’t really matter.
Finally she stopped and glanced at the darkness that stood between the two cliffs and down into the split that went so far. Where did it go? She didn’t really want to know. When she walked for a bit longer she took herself farther away from the edge. If there was to be a fight, she didn’t want to get tossed over.
