Thread: For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

? Get up! Let's see what you're made of ? ? ? Bring it on! Know that I'm not afraid ? ? ? It's time to show you what I'm all about ? ? ? I told you we took a wrong turn! Don't look at me! You're the one with the feet! A couple of travelers peered over at the voices that argued and found not two people, but a single person. A girl no less. The travelers were stalled at the fork in the night road. A wooden sign post stood as a marker right in between the split roads. An arrow pointed to the right showed the way to the capital, as even the city lights and the gated checkpoint was seen off in the horizon. To the left, lead to path north into the Norjaal Mountains. The couple however, had their attention on the strangely dressed woman, as she argued with no one except for the hand doll she held in her right hand. The doll was rather large, and seemed to possess a rather distinctive personalty, so much that they couldn't tell if the girl was talking for it, or if the doll had life of its own. It was hard to tell when this world of Terre A'nglis was filled with all sorts of strange magics. The man grabbed a hold around the woman's shoulder, and lured her away from the scene as they tried to ignore the noises of both the girl and the doll fighting. Hits could've been heard after a dozen profanities, and some slamming had been taken place. They tried to ignore the strange girl who they dubbed to be to insane, and left her alone to fight among herself. It would bit a good ten minutes before the girl would stop her fight against the doll. Once again, they stood in front of the sign post. Her body a bit scratched upon and dirtied as the doll had a few good sized bumps on him from repeated attacks to the head. The girl used her index finger to scratch her eyebrow as she looked up at the two directions. Well, where do you think we should go, Roger? she asked. It's your choice mistress. And don't call me Roger. It's Doma Shadowweaver, faithful servant of the God of Hell himself! The doll told her, a bit of demonic pride in his voice. Why do you insist on calling me such a degrading name? He replied, puffing his cheek angrily. The girl ignored the doll's words, and looked down the path to the capital. She hadn't intended to circle back here for quite a while, but it seemed like she had little choice in the matter since the Norjaal Mountains were a place of dire creatures and supposedly, inhuman thieves that eat humans for breakfast. Then again, the capital wasn't the best place either since a couple of years ago when she found herself here she gotten into a bad crowd of sorts, and fell into trouble, making her leave the city grounds as fast as she could. There was always the option of turning back and going back to a side track, but she didn't leave her home to go backwards. In her mind, the only option was to move forward. With a determined look on her face, she reached back and tied the ribbon on her head tighter around her hair, and tightened her fist as if she was queen of the world at that moment. Watch out, Captial city! Genesis has come back! She announced rather loudly for an open road. With that declaration, she head down the path ready to face what fate threw at her. Come on! Don't tell me that's all you got!