[Sadrain]

Light snowflakes were falling down from the solid, gray sky, melting as soon as they touched the dark ground. Only few remained, but soon, they, too, merged with the soggy earth. Every now and then, the sky cracked, like a broken mirror or doors to another world, and sun light leaked out, but it gave no warmth nor it brightened the view by much.

Rain did not wish for any more light or warmth, though, as she swiftly moved along the edge of remains of what was once a forest. Few days ago, it had been burned down in another battle between the two armies, but now they had moved further to the south and no one, besides the presence of death, lingered around these parts. And that was good for her as well. For she no more belonged to any army and did not desire to meet anyone.

She had never been able to pride her self to very decisive, but when she did come to a decision, nothing could change it anymore, for the best or for the worst. And now she had. he had fought her last battle - the one with herself - and chosen her path. Rain would fight no more, shed no more blood. She despised the war, always had, and now despised her self for letting the bloody games of power draw her into this moor. She was thankful that spirits like her had no need for sleep or else memories of this war would haunt her dreams forever.

Her jaw seemed to clench at the thought and her clawed hand gripped her weapon tighter. Yes, she did still carry it with her, but only as self protection. Even ghosts had enemies and even they could be harmed. Her pace sped up once more as she headed further and further from her camp. Rain did not know where she was going, but for all the years she had wandered this world, she had never had a real reason, a place she wanted to return. For a moment, she thought of visiting that strange, old inn she had a short moment of rest some weeks ago, but then she decided against it. She wished to see no one, just find some place she could truly be alone. All her friends were probably gone, swept away by death, by now, anyway.

Just like Darberus was. She had respected her Captain deeply and dared to think that over the time she had spent under his lead, they had become somewhat of friends, as much as he let anyone close him. She had worried about him and wished to help, but it seemed that only think he was looking for was death and finally, he had found it. It had been the very last drop in her cup and she had let it fall, shattering and spilling all her hate for war and she had left her camp in helpless fury, determined to never return again.

Her lips pulled back slightly, revealing her sharp teeth and her pace, though, it was more like floating inch above the ground, sped up once more.

OO C: I guess someone can join, if they wish to. o: