This wasn't the Arctic.
A crystal bottle stumbled onto the shores of Manta Carlos. Inside stirred a beautiful djinn that had been asleep for one thousand years. Through the tinted glass of the ice palace's ceiling, she saw a gray, unfamiliar sky. As she stepped out in her skimpy belly dancer attire, she smelled the odd scent of tropical breeze mixed with rainy skies. She could sense that rain was incoming. Any fool could tell that. What she could not figure out was her location. Where was she? When was this? There was not a single drop of snow here. She picked up her bottle from the ocean water and glanced forward at the line of trees.
How did her bottle end up here?
The blue woman placed the bottle in the holster on her hip. She stepped forward. Her bare feet touched the cool sand. Fear and intrigue meshed together. She always did enjoy exploration, but she didn't feel safe in new environments. There were so many unknown dangers. Now she was in the woods and moving deeper inward. She had to find shelter; leaving her home out in the open would spell disaster for her. The last thing she wanted was for another greedy man to take her as his slave. She went through enough Hell.
The djinn passed the border between the woods and the forest. She did so unknowingly. She knew not about the creatures that lurked in these woods. A light drizzle occurred. Rain water landing on trees did not bother her. Then her ears picked up odd animal noises. Strange noises bothered her greatly. Instinctively she conjured her ice bow. It gleamed in the darkness. Her ice powers also summoned arrows for her to fire. She kept a sharp eye out for danger. While she hated fighting, she was more than willing to do it to preserve her life. Her breath was barely audible. The woman scanned her surroundings.
Just then it began to rain fully. There was no more drizzle; it was a horrific downpour that clouded her vision. Great, just great. The moist scent of the forest hit her nose. Now she would have an even more difficult time trekking through here. Growls sounded from the bushes. She turned with her bow drawn. One beast leaped out. It was a werenaught, but she didn't know that. Her arrow pierced its leg. More growls echoed through the area. Soon she was fighting a bunch of the damned creatures. She focused on firing and trying to keep them at a distance. She utilized her acrobatic skills as a dancer to gracefully avoid them.
Just when she thought that she was fine, another one leaped onto her and scratched its claws into her side. A shriek of pain escaped her lips as she wrestled the beast off. She stumbled onto the ground. What made this fight more troublesome was that she was almost completely exposed. The outfit she wore served as terrible armor. She bled from her wound. Her hand clutched her side. The woman needed to escape. She attempted to stand up but wobbled a bit. The beast went in for the attack again. A quick slab of ice knocked it away. Before she could do anymore, she tripped over the tree's roots and blacked out. The weakening poison reached her blood stream through the open wound. Ursa's side bled as she laid on the ground.
What a terrible place to wake up.
@"King"
A crystal bottle stumbled onto the shores of Manta Carlos. Inside stirred a beautiful djinn that had been asleep for one thousand years. Through the tinted glass of the ice palace's ceiling, she saw a gray, unfamiliar sky. As she stepped out in her skimpy belly dancer attire, she smelled the odd scent of tropical breeze mixed with rainy skies. She could sense that rain was incoming. Any fool could tell that. What she could not figure out was her location. Where was she? When was this? There was not a single drop of snow here. She picked up her bottle from the ocean water and glanced forward at the line of trees.
How did her bottle end up here?
The blue woman placed the bottle in the holster on her hip. She stepped forward. Her bare feet touched the cool sand. Fear and intrigue meshed together. She always did enjoy exploration, but she didn't feel safe in new environments. There were so many unknown dangers. Now she was in the woods and moving deeper inward. She had to find shelter; leaving her home out in the open would spell disaster for her. The last thing she wanted was for another greedy man to take her as his slave. She went through enough Hell.
The djinn passed the border between the woods and the forest. She did so unknowingly. She knew not about the creatures that lurked in these woods. A light drizzle occurred. Rain water landing on trees did not bother her. Then her ears picked up odd animal noises. Strange noises bothered her greatly. Instinctively she conjured her ice bow. It gleamed in the darkness. Her ice powers also summoned arrows for her to fire. She kept a sharp eye out for danger. While she hated fighting, she was more than willing to do it to preserve her life. Her breath was barely audible. The woman scanned her surroundings.
Just then it began to rain fully. There was no more drizzle; it was a horrific downpour that clouded her vision. Great, just great. The moist scent of the forest hit her nose. Now she would have an even more difficult time trekking through here. Growls sounded from the bushes. She turned with her bow drawn. One beast leaped out. It was a werenaught, but she didn't know that. Her arrow pierced its leg. More growls echoed through the area. Soon she was fighting a bunch of the damned creatures. She focused on firing and trying to keep them at a distance. She utilized her acrobatic skills as a dancer to gracefully avoid them.
Just when she thought that she was fine, another one leaped onto her and scratched its claws into her side. A shriek of pain escaped her lips as she wrestled the beast off. She stumbled onto the ground. What made this fight more troublesome was that she was almost completely exposed. The outfit she wore served as terrible armor. She bled from her wound. Her hand clutched her side. The woman needed to escape. She attempted to stand up but wobbled a bit. The beast went in for the attack again. A quick slab of ice knocked it away. Before she could do anymore, she tripped over the tree's roots and blacked out. The weakening poison reached her blood stream through the open wound. Ursa's side bled as she laid on the ground.
What a terrible place to wake up.
@"King"