Thread: Enchroaching from the Edges {darkest_fate&The Fringes}

Fae sighed as she shifted her hands, altering arcane wards. The redhead certainly didn't look like someone who should be upkeeping magical wards. A glance at her wouldn't reveal the magical powers or aptitudes that lay within. no, from a glance, she simply looked like a young woman in her late teensearly twenties even Fae couldn't say with anything like certainty how old she actually happened to be. Her demon leather dress did indicate to any who looked that yes, she did happen to be a demon hunter. It also happened to show a fair bit of white skin, the paleness almost blindingly noticeable. Heeled, reinforced boots kept her literally on her toes, creating a pretty nice arch. In point of face, several had noticed the mage's rather fine build, even if she did have a tendency to hide some of her curves behind lace and fringe. Her youthful face probably helped. Said face had scrunched while she examined the mystic symbols. Light trailed off her fingers like dripping paint, vanishing halfway between perfectly manicured nail and the ground. She tapped the air a few times, her nails creating vibrations in the air. Someone had... twisted the wards. They'd warped magics in a nearly masterful way, a way that, as far as Fae knew, only two people in the entire city could actually accomplish. New Sanctuary had been a bastion protecting several thousand people from the encroaching demon hordes since they're sudden appearance all those years ago. The exact timing and history had been sort of fuzzy for several years bordering on a decade everyone had been focused mostly on staying alive and not being transformed into monsters or consumed in blood or who knows what. Eventually people had come to realize that with the demon incursion came other abilities. Some were stronger. Some had unique skills, could channel chi or other energy. Some, like Fae, were born with the gift of magic. That magic and those skills had gone into keeping several cities together. New Sanctuary just happened to be the biggest, the largest, built out of several old world structures that impressed the younger generation like Fae. The redhead sighed, reaching up to tap again. She frowned and swirled her finger, watching the magical symbols right themselves. her master had been diligently beating these sort of lessons into Fae for years. It didn't matter that she'd proven to essentially be a magical prodigy, boasting far greater skills than he had and barely an adult now. No, he still had to ride her. In fact, ever since her powers had developed and he'd agreed to her training, he'd controlled nearly every aspect of Fae's life. She had nearly constant supervision, and woe betide any boy or girl that mentioned having anything resembling interest in the pretty redhead. Apparently, sexual conduct will kill the gift, and of course her master had to check regularly if she was engaged in it, something that Fae definitely didn't want to think about right now. He'd even picked out her underwear , and she still didn't know why she had to wear the lacy things. Ever since her breasts had become noticeable and she'd started her monthly bleed, he'd been putting her in far more uncomfortable undergarments than she'd like. At least she'd whined enough to get out of those thongs. So who messed this up? she asked as she flicked her wrist again. It wasn't her it wasn't her master, and nobody else should have been able to do this. The reports had come in, and she'd insisted on checking herself, figuring it would just be a simple checkup. Yes, this was a border the demon territory was just beyond this street corner, but she hadn't planned on being there long. Now Fae had already spent close to an hour in this spot, working magics. She might as well have sent up a flare. Just calm down,' she told herself, fingers working through the air again. Calm down, finish the job, and you can go back and enjoy some cocoa or something, she gestured with her hands, mumbling under her breath as she started yanking harder and harder on magical strands, pouring all her focus into righting the wards and ignoring the world around her.