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The Fox and The Spider
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Eveline, a platinum witch known only as the weeping willowby the demonic forces which plague the serenity of the realm. A demon slayer byday and treasue hunter by night. Ranked in the top five within the Silver demonclan and ranked number one within the mitsusawaroyal family and head famiy of the house of the viper. She could be found deepwithin the black swamp. Her mission though personal would prove invaluable. Forwithin this swamp of death and decay, realm of the lizardfolk and all mannersof undead. Could be found an ancient ruin said to house a sleeping power. Apower which according to legend had no equal. Most would dismiss such rumors asmere fables. However something stirred within the pink haired warrioress whichtold her otherwise. And so without hesitation or delay she ventured far fromthe highlands of the north and enter hostile terroritory. A realm in which herkind was hunted by the local populace due to their unnatural and twistedorigins.
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The ground was obscured by a blanket of ghastly fog. As themoon hung mystically in the air, piercing the darkess which normalyl embracedthe realm. A frigid reeze danced across the land, as her swarthy kimono andlong tamed hair danced in the wind. In her left hand rested a wooden sword.Black as the night itself with silver nordic engravings decorating it's hilt.And in her right hand could be found a silver blade. A custom weapon for thoseof the viper house. Relishing in thevoid of clamor and cold embrace of the night.She would waltz between a row ofdead trees alongside the road. Her facial features blanketed by the shadows asbut a single hoot from an owl pierced the silence. The corpses of both theundead and lizard folk could be found scattered across the moisten earth. Agreat battle had recently taken place here…just outside of a ruin left dormantfor centuries.
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Eveline knew that others would soon arrive. For word of sucha place filled with power and untold riches would entice and evoke severalwould be treasure hunters. Even now as her eye barreled down on the moss riddenmouth of the ruin she could feel foulpresence. Complimented only by it's grotesque scent which hung in the airrather thickly. It was not the scent of the dead nor of the dead which walked amogst theliving. Rather something foreign to her. Which troubled her greatly. For amoment she would remain still, surveying the scene as she put away her silverblade. The hoarse whisper of steel fricitoning against steel would echo. Givingmost goosebumps due to the frequency of it's sound. And though she closed thedistance between ehrself and the mouth of the moss ridden ruin. She wouldrefrain from entering it's walls so carelessly. Instead for the moment shewould remain outside as if waiting for something…