The rain was cool upon her flesh as she stumbled gracefully into the Field. She was not one to travel during the day, but the Umbra had wounded her, and she could do little to heal herself now…She had to find somewhere to rest, and this field was the only place she could find close enough to rest for now. Her eyes were cold, but justified, as she moved, and her feet treaded softly upon the muddy earth. It was rare that one visited this battle field, which she could easily see in the earth she walked upon.

Her black hair –normally braided or pinned upon her head- was now unfolded and un-cropped in odd patterns. Strands here and there were unevenly thrown about, and several bits of dirt smudged upon her unnaturally pale face. She was not one to normally worry too much about her appearance, though in this opportunity, she would have grown angry with the state she was now in.

The Half-Elf’s ears perked slowly, her face coming quickly as she moved towards the center of the field as fast as she could. Her steps became stumbled and fumbled together, and she fell forward onto the field area, a sigh escaping her lips as she hit the earth quietly. Her words and screams of pain and agony were muffled. She would have to die, she realized. She was not one to accept help, nor was she one to give it, and there was no one around anyway…She would cleanly die, and there was nothing she could do to stop it in the first place…She just needed to give in, and follow the lights and rivers of life through death itself.

She closed her eyes, and as she did, darkness swallowed her, and she lost conciousness.

{Meep....Bad first post...PRIVATE!}