Thread: Chaos and Order...and So Much More. (Anaeria and Methos)

Cities. Sucked. Big time. Those were pretty much the only things that Isanya MacAllistair was thinking as she pulled her open-backed forest green jeep into the driveway of her newest home. The building was tall, old and clearly rather rundown, but there was a beautiful ivy network that wove and wandered it's way up two of the four walls of the building, the yard wasn't mowed or pesticide-ridden to within an inch of it's life and there were three fruit trees in the seventy foot yard, which were in full fruit now that it was the middle of summer. Turning off the engine of her vehicle, which she'd had expensively reconstructed to use canola oil instead of gasoline, Isanya leaned back in the chair to just look up at the slightly imposing structure. There were better buildings all over the neighbourhood, but the six foot tall redhead wouldn't have any of them. Skin paler than flour, eyes a vivid, nearly poisonous green and flaming hair down to her butt that was tied back into an efficient braid to keep the unruly curls tamed, the woman climbed out of the vehicle and stood up after a moment of inner contemplation. Dressed in a pale blue-white sundress that set off her hair and fair skin, the garment ended just over her knees and the same coloured high heels that ticked against the broken concrete of the driveway were spotless. The dress was fluid around her body as she bent over, leaning into the jeep to pull out an old fashioned sunhat, white with a light blue ribbon around it which in turn held a beautiful deep blue rose. The plant was alive, and a faint sweet scent could be smelled if one leaned close enough. It had been nearly six months since her accident, when her previous jeep had flown off of a cliff face, successfully killing her deep in the Amazon Jungle land where she'd been doing research on a newly discovered type of bird that had the oddest ability to mimic it's surroundings simply by fluttering it's feathers. The paramedics hadn't shown up at all, but a tribe of indigenous peoples had....and they'd saved her. In so many ways she was newly reborn, and she knew her goals in life had changed considerably when she'd awakened a month after the accident to discover she was no longer human. It was during her next five months that she learned her new purpose and for the first time since then she was back in human society. If one could call it that. She knew what real societies were supposed to be like, and they were NOTHING like this cesspool of humanity. It had been a shock when she'd first arrived at the airport of San Anroen and seen the televisions where supernatural people had come out of the closet and were now celebrities, protectors and whatnot of human kind. She'd rather quickly gotten used to it though by killing one of the least known villians who'd tried holding up the damned airport just as her plane had arrived. He'd been a complete idiot, following her when she'd told him she'd give him something 'good' if she followed him with his explosives strapped to his chest and his nasty physical deformity that made him non-human. Who cared if the man was part chimp? She was worse, and had much more cruel plans for the world of humans than the idiot had. Turning away from the jeep, her heels ticked against the uneven cement as the redhead struck out for her new front door, too deep in thought to notice any of her surroundings, or the way that the tallest plants in the lawn and in the pretty stone plant-containers that ran all the way up the walkway on both sides, leaned in towards her as she passed, several browning ones turning green if they touched her skin. Just because she had legs now, didn't mean that they were her real ones. In the accident she'd been cut literally in half from the hips down, her legs amputated messily and fast. It had taken quite a long time for the shamans of the tribe to give her back a new set of movement-oriented limbs, and to embed the magic within her that would allow her to have legs or a tail if she so desired. She'd been turned cold-blooded as well, which meant she'd have to figure out a way to be able to go outside when it was winter without falling into a deadly comatose sleep so well known to her kind. The movers had already taken care of her things, including unpacking her dozens of exotic plants, and the renovators had worked double time to prepare her new home on the inside, she couldn't wait to finally get settled, to figure out her first plan of attack on one of the biggest cities in the world. And to finally exact the 'cleaning' that she knew Mother Earth so desperately needed.