Ra'shara
10-07-06, 10:21 AM
The coastline of Corone was quite attractive during the dusk hours. The sun slowly creeping down to where the waters and the sky meet. With the colours of the heavens seeming to burst outward from the setting sun. The various oranges, reds, and small stream of purple. Crossing thoughout the sky like a message from the gods to the mortals below.
Sitting on a large coral rock right above the crashing waves sat Ra'shara. Her lavendar hair swaying in the strong winds of the beach to the back of her head. Sitting right on the edge of the rock with her legs dangling to the crashing waves below. Her arms supporting her balance her mind and eyes staring outward to the unknown waters. She had seen the ocean many times since being brought to Corone. Much diffrent than the deserts that she had once called home. She was fascanted by the sea, and the dance it seemed to play for her. Taking each of her free moments when her work brought her near the sea. To watch the waves crash and sing for her.
Finally her mind returns to reality as it always does. Her thoughts returning to a task she has on hand. Pulling a scroll a pack she has at her side, she opens it up to read it once agian. Written on this scroll is her most current mission.
Desert Rose,
Your reputation proceeds you
and I have heard many great things about your "services".
If you would be so kind as to meet me at the fall of sun.
On the beaches next to the Corone port on the day of
Ra'kara. On the coral rock a few meters from the main port.
I would be most pleased, and I assure you it
will be well worth you wild.
Client
She looked over the note agian, and let out a heavy sigh. Placing the scroll back into her pack. The sun was almost set now, and her "client" as he or she so conviently stated was to meet her soon. It had been a few months since she had taken a job, and the money had run out. Yet it was not the money that she did this, it was for the thrill. The adrenline that pumped in her during a kill, to know that she was the angel which would bring them death. Curel thoughts perhaps, but it is the few times she felt another emotion besides pain. When she could feel ther pylant dagger driving into her victims thigh. Infused with her quiet and slow paraylizing poision. This was one of her pleasures, and she found not evil in any of it.
Her thoughts slowly returning to reality once agian. She looks to the sun, its light steadily falling under the sea. The "client" soon to be here at any moment....
Sitting on a large coral rock right above the crashing waves sat Ra'shara. Her lavendar hair swaying in the strong winds of the beach to the back of her head. Sitting right on the edge of the rock with her legs dangling to the crashing waves below. Her arms supporting her balance her mind and eyes staring outward to the unknown waters. She had seen the ocean many times since being brought to Corone. Much diffrent than the deserts that she had once called home. She was fascanted by the sea, and the dance it seemed to play for her. Taking each of her free moments when her work brought her near the sea. To watch the waves crash and sing for her.
Finally her mind returns to reality as it always does. Her thoughts returning to a task she has on hand. Pulling a scroll a pack she has at her side, she opens it up to read it once agian. Written on this scroll is her most current mission.
Desert Rose,
Your reputation proceeds you
and I have heard many great things about your "services".
If you would be so kind as to meet me at the fall of sun.
On the beaches next to the Corone port on the day of
Ra'kara. On the coral rock a few meters from the main port.
I would be most pleased, and I assure you it
will be well worth you wild.
Client
She looked over the note agian, and let out a heavy sigh. Placing the scroll back into her pack. The sun was almost set now, and her "client" as he or she so conviently stated was to meet her soon. It had been a few months since she had taken a job, and the money had run out. Yet it was not the money that she did this, it was for the thrill. The adrenline that pumped in her during a kill, to know that she was the angel which would bring them death. Curel thoughts perhaps, but it is the few times she felt another emotion besides pain. When she could feel ther pylant dagger driving into her victims thigh. Infused with her quiet and slow paraylizing poision. This was one of her pleasures, and she found not evil in any of it.
Her thoughts slowly returning to reality once agian. She looks to the sun, its light steadily falling under the sea. The "client" soon to be here at any moment....