Thread: A Heroine's Dark Ink {darkest_fate&Sanoci}

The world of Manna had been under threat. The encroaching Darkness had awaken from its millennia long slumber. None had seen it coming, it had simply erupted from the heart of the previously good King Fross. The king's heart had grown as cold as his namesake might suggest, and his kingdom turned into a tyranny. People died monsters grew in hordes, the world grew steadily darker. Though in a far off village, a swordsman named Marco, barely into his manhood, and his rival Laus encountered a beautiful girl with almost golden skin who appeared to have fallen from the sky. Her pure white hair and clear silver eyes spoke of a forgotten light. The two longtime friends swore to protect her, though the Darkness took Laus. Marco would barely escape with his life. He and Aelia would journey and meet with the rebel commander Fitz. They would soon encounter the stunning princess Celene of the Lost Kingdom, and a handful of other allies a protective golem, a talking ooga, and an ancient elf. Together they formed an unstoppable force and drove back the darkness, restoring the light. Things had been super boring since then. The Princess Celene, heroine of light, expert in the arts of quick magic and the improvement of others, almost yawned as she walked her way through the streets of the almost ratty port town. A beautifully kept mane of light blue hair waved gently around her, the ends seeming to almost fan out with each step. Streaks of deep purple would shoot through said hair, particularly along her bangs, which she wore long enough to cover one of her gorgeous, mulicolored eyes twinkling turquoise, of course. Wide hips swayed, showing off the long, slit skirt that dared bare a fairly impressive amount of arguably too pale leg in point of fact, Celene glittered a little. The abdomen above had perhaps a little bit of softness and roundness to it you wouldn't quite call Celene fat, mostly because she'd murder you with ice if you did. She was curvy , with impressive hips that led up to an equally impressive bust. Said bust had been covered by what amounted to light chest armor, done in the deep purple of her country as was said bottom her undergarments, however, were a light lavender. A loose cape draped over her shoulders, but it was rather on the short side, obviously there more for style. Her gorgeous face had an almost harsh angularity about it that belied the otherwise round body and gave way some of her Fae blood. The slightly pointed ears and, again, blue and purple hair would give that away as well. A few earrings pierced the ear where her bangs were short, sticking out slightly. She ran a hand almost casually through the hair near that ear, studying the stalls. Lots of tattoo shops, and ugh, was Celene getting sick of the whole pale, unblemished skin. She was a beautiful canvas waiting to be painted upon. Plus, she'd heard rumors that there was this new fashionable tattoo that was originating out of this town, something only the most beautiful of women got. Seeing as Celene was the most beautiful woman in the land , she definitely had to get it. She'd actually seen it on a few less sexy girls, usually on ankles. Celene had much better ideas you didn't have a bared midriff and not show it off. Finally she stopped someone, asking for directions to the best inking parlor in the port city. Celene got those directions and approached now, humming to herself. Hello! she called as she approached the little shop, wedged in a rather bedraggled. There is someone here to give service, right? Paying customer here! Loaded! And super famous She sang out the last few words and, yes, she did have a beautiful singing voice though, no, it wasn't angelic. Celene poked her head in, the beautiful hair swaying beneath her. Seriously, where are you? I was told this is the best and I so want the best