<font color='#348781'>Day: 28 Tessera. (Autumm) 81377 (3) Large shadows of the long forgotten machina towered over the desolate, barren land. Dust was swept around as the wind whistled through the large ruins. The sky was a dark orange color for the sun was just beginning to set on the horizon. Small lizard type creatures slithered out of their hiding places in the metal to greet the cold air that night brought. Nothing peirced the cold silence of the barren graveyard. But, between a small alley made by twisted metal, padded a thin figure. Her fur was matted and dirty with the dust from the area. Singular orb glittered dangerously from her finely chiseled face as her tail flicked with each step she took. The female was a lightly built beast with thin legs meant more so for running long distances and whatnot. A mess of silky bangs hung over her right eye, covering it compleatly. The female obviously didn't want anyone to see her other eye. Turning, she glanced towards a rather large peice of metal. It overlooked the rest of the ruins. A large smile crept 'pon her deadly visage as she leaped up onto it and climbed to the top. Looking down, she stared out to the horizon. She spread the large black wings on her back as if to impead on anything that was to barg into her "home". A glint of insanity flickered in her dark, blood red orb as an insane smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She will be here soon. She is close. Setha will not escape me.</font>
<font color='#FF00FF'>Setha padded along on the slightly sodden path that leads to the ruins. She turned to the skies outline of deep burgundy; hues of every color streaked the sky, the most prominent, and a blood red. Feeling only slightly discouraged and confident as always, yet still moving just as warily. The trees were tall here, the climate had a feeling of age to it, unlike other places she had ever encountered. Â This place was full of magic, full of life, full of wealth. Ahhh, the wealth that lay beneath these ruins were probably the most haunted, and protected, what a simple task! The 'dragon stopped as she came to the first large piece of the ruins, almost that of a bolder that had once been one of the most beautiful structures in the world. Her eyes glinted sadistically, the stench of her reskh sister hung in the air, almost rivaling that of a dead carcass sitting in the dry heat too long. She smiled, filled with a hate that bordered on madness. She kept on running swiftly through the broken paths of the ruins, a crimson blur flashing with gold at ankles and feet, filled with a need to get up and go. There was no need to stay, for her Alki's sake. Nothing mattered, especially her, who was probably here with her father on some vacation. Setha thought bitterly, filled with a sharp emotion she could not recognize. Nothing mattered she thought coming to a rather distinguished looking ruin, encrypted with ancient writing of some sort. Except this, she thought hungrily. Her eyes flashed, licking her lips as she circled the large building. What wealth lay within? How would she get in? She sat back on her haunches, she pondered, oh well she had lots of time; licking her paw absently, a lovely picture of feline grace.</font>
<font color='#348781'>Alki smelled the stench of her feline counterpart as soon as she stepped foot in the ruins. Tail flicked in irritance at Setha's ignorance. Auds swept back 'pon her canine head as she growled low within her chest. A breeze billowed by the disgruntled fae as she pondered what her next move would be. Tension rose in the air as Setha moved closer and closer to Alki's perch 'pon the ancient ruin. Singular maroon optic glittered dangerously in the fading light. Dust plumes rose as the wind picked up. It was almost like a scene from one of those old western movies. You know, the ones where there are those big climatic showdowns. Alki grumbled and suddenly, a large grin swept across her visage. Her midnight black fur was tinted orange with the setting suns rays as she padded slowly down the old machina. The smell of her retched sister grew strong and Alki swiftly padded behind one of the towering metal slabs and glared daggers at Setha. She watched like a lion stalking its prey. Oh how she wished to rip that vile, mocking head off of that "perfect" body.</font>
<font color='#FF00FF'>"Nothing short of a miracle" Setha muttered under her breath, feeling the mockery of it all. Her sarcastic words hovered in the heavily dust filled air. She closed her eyes against the constant invading grains of sand as the wind picked up, causing tiny dust devils to circle the ground in small sweeps. She flicked her long red tail towards the swirling mass, dissipating it quickly into microscopic particles. she sighed rather pointing, "Alki,' she looked about, a cold and sly smile twisting her maw, "do you believe for one minute that I don't realize your there?' her eyes glittered with feverish malice, "I can smell you from miles away, stop with this foolish game!" she stepped aside, her coat gleaming like precious gems in the sun, or were they precious gems? She kept on walking with no intended purpose or thought, yet still walking towards the ruins. "Perhaps if you would come out, we could...catch up?"</font>
<font color='#348781'>Alki snarled quietly to herself. Orb glittered with deadly malice as she watched her sister parade around the ruins looking rather smug. Tail swished like that of a cat when it's about to strike. Alki followed Setha in the shadows of the ruins. Her perfectly black pelt gave her this advantage and with cat-like grace, she jumped up ontop of a rather large boulder that faced her sister. The sun glowed on her fur as she stared daggers at her worthless sister. The wind billowed again and the dust swirled around the dark sorcerer. Her voice was low and dark as she spoke. It held an acusing ring to it. My dear...Sister. You think your better don't you. Your rulin' your own kingdom now aren't you Setha. You arrogant little reskh. Parading around here thinking your gonna kill me. Ha! I think not. I was always the better one, don't you agree? Alki laughed a high, insane like laugh. Her orbs glittered lethaly in the rays of the setting sun. Turing her eyes to the sky, she began to sway in an entrancing way. Las sha pujc dypatt deba na tsjamdsh. Tashu et sha yma fhy shjebat sy kymsjyl iyo ump tha maapt sy ra cellap. Dypt deba na tsjamdsh sy cell ni tetsaj!</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>“Alki" Setha acknowledge her sister as she spoke the final words feeling defiant yet somehow removed from the whole terrifying scene. Her fur was clean and polished shinning in the now half set sun that sparkled knowingly on the horizon. Setha sat down on her haunches, claws digging into the upturned soil and turned to view Alki with scrutiny. As she spoke the curse the clouds started to swarm and darken, lightening flashed and Setha feared for her self not for her sister’s obvious madness. Setha started to growl as she felt an uneasiness creep along her spine lifting her fur up. What the hell was Alki doing? Where ever Alki was, that was where her father was… She felt such a terrible feeling, that she had thought she would never have to feel again, pain in the heart, where it burned a small candle flame but enough to wound deeply. Why did it kill a little piece of her to see her sister again? Grinding her teeth painfully she bit down suddenly into her tongue, tasting the saltiness of the dark fluid. She jumped back gracefully landing on a broken slab of wood, shattered glass beneath it crumbling into smaller fragments. The sound of the board and the cracking of the glass reminded her of some forgotten freakish nightmare. Turning she howled, the darkness of the sky suddenly evaporating but would soon return she knew, but might give her enough time to escape. Setha turned and ran but not without a parting shot, “come and get me." Simple yet effective. As she ran the golden bracelets at her ankles shimmered and chimed like bells, she gave off an alluring figure, silhouetted bye the darkening sky. Setha’s blood ran into the dusty ground, flowing from her mouth as she ran, leaving a tell-tale trail. Weaving in and out of the ruins she rushed the falling tide that would soon come to claim her life. Her great eyes darted to the nearest hole in which to hide. Yet, another ambition burned inside her, wherever her father was…he was soon to pay the price for her spilled blood. She smiled with intense satisfaction as she envisioned her father with a vice around his head, chained to a wall for eternity with a lengthily beating everyday, a ‘dragon who enjoyed his freedom and craved adventure…she breathed in deeply savoring the memory quickly before it was ripped away from her with darkened claws. She could hear her sister; she was close, and gaining. Setha was bewildered at such an action, she was though not naive, and she knew Alki meant to kill. Smiling she led the way, going for the nearest hole, or so it seemed. There might be a way to out smart her sister and when ever she came through that hole there would be quite a surprise waiting for her…</font>
