Echo Screen [ASK!!!]

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Powerful winds, and tall rugged cliffs circled the location of the small woman. Her face nearly gone to the world, and her hood held high onto her head. Several people would, and could make the mistake of mus-identifying what she was. The location was odd, and the grass appeared to be dead with darkened brown, and crushed coloring. It was a more or less, isolated, and deserted area then most were accustom too but it was a favorite place of hers. It held the most basic element of her life, and gave her complete freedom of choice.

"Its quiet here.." was all that could be heard from the young woman, her voice a deep, but solid, and toned structure. As she continued to move forward, her foot echoed against the rugged, and ragged stone surface just under her feet.

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With the wind blowing through my bright blonde hair there was little to camoflague myself amogst the bleak grey rocks that littered the area. But I didn’t care- Frankly my beautiful appearance was a blessing to the appearance even with my hair flying about wildly with the wind- It gave it an appearance as if the hairs on my head flowed like water on the strong currents which flowed through the area so sublimely. As I scaled the mountaintops and made my way about, I didn’t look lost- And I knew I wasn’t lost, I was unconsciously looking for something, but what? Only I knew the answer to that and usually, I wasn’t in the best mind at the best of times. As my eyes scanned the area, trying to pick up whatever traces I could find, I’d look about.

As I rose up all I could notice was that as my breath was caught somewhat by both the wind and the harsh climate of the land, I kept walking mindlessly- What- Who was doing this? With a brief idea of what was happening my mind weakened as my expression dropped for but half a second before returning to its usual, calm composure. But I was fine- Ceasing to walk I’d look around, then at the drop behind me, not having taken in to accordance how high I had climbed- ”Fuck-” Walking down wouldn’t be that interesting surely- But why had I climbed here? My wind watered as I wanted to find out more- Looking around for more I’d find the figure of a cloaked person- The figure seemed not meek but- Not exactly manly- It was definitely a female, or, a male bearing no substantial muscle.

And now as I stood among the dead trees and plants, my presence would be sensed by the figure itself- Whoever it was, I was ready for whatever it had in mind of doing. If it was looking for a fight, I would easily retaliate and send the bitch flying down the side of the mountain- If it was just looking to speak I’d be more than happy to exchange words, even though lately I had slowly felt my need to connect with others loosening quite notably. I was unsure of why exactly this had come to be but I slowly felt more unaware of what I was doing- A strange thing it was, but I did my best not to pay much attention to it. Standing in silence I’d keep watching as the figure would move across the scarred earth and away- My feet moving in turn, following, watching.

With no words spoken from my mouth would I keep this up until they chose to turn around- Of course in the meantime I moved as silently as I could to prevent being undetected- But why? This couldn’t exactly be answered easily, but as I found my figure drawing up close behind whoever this was with my blonde hair flickering wildly in the wind, my self-composure would weaken and I’d find my hands slowly descending towards my weapons pouch where my fingers wrapped so comfortably along the handle of a kunai, my ..Draw it. mind numbing as my vision grew fainter, fainter, my hand ever growing tighter on the weapon as I’d draw it out of my pouch, blood to be spilled from the throat of whatever fucking person stood in front of me- A whore, worthless, a life that wouldn’t be missed if one careful cut was made- I had seen life seep from someone’s body before and I wasn’t ..make an incision on the jugular! Do it! Spill her blood across the floor!! the words got louder and as my fingers clasped now painfully on to the handle of the kunai, I’d release a long, loud breath as I struggled to release my hands, swiftfully returning my hands to either side of my body, the convicting one that had almost caused the death of this figure now gripping on to the fabric of my dress as my eyes flew wildly atop the figure-

I had almost crossed the line.

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