[Shadow Mask]

"Ah," soft sigh escaped pale lips as a girl with silver hair falling down to her knees stopped, the wast green fields. Her purple eyes grew wider, but few moments later, she had regained her composure.
She heard the voices of the lost warriors, voices of the souls that at other times would become her loyal followers. But she did not wish to make them follow her and tuned the whispers down, like she had learned to do so well. Shadow Mask sheathed one of her blades, the claws were pulled back in, but ready to maul second later, if the need would arise. Her hand still grasped another thin sword tightly as she walked down the hill, looking around, until her eyes caught sight of a group. Instantly, she stopped, her grip on weapon tightening, yet she did not take offensive stance.