A Journeys End

[Kathryn Marcello]

A jet-black horse cantered into stables tossing its head from side to side. A young female no more then twenty road astride the mare named Midnight. Upon her back sat a deadly polearm that seemed out of place in the ladies presence. Her gown was elegant. It was a rich blue color with carefully done stitching around the draping sleeves and beadwork covering her breasts. The hem, on the other hand, was in such a ratty condition it almost seemed like the beautiful Kathryn willingly brought on its current state. Kathryn Marcello was her name and she wasn’t what she seemed.

Calmly Kat laid her left hand atop the brass pummel of her sword feeling it’s intricate design under her fingers. The trip is finished, she thought to herself, No more running from my wrenched family and their wrenched ways. I am a warrior! A smirk graced her lips as she continued riding through the drafty structure. Two blue eyes shifted from one stall to the next looking for a place to house her horse that ment so much to her. With a feeling of power and greatness within her soul she continued on.

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[Trixice]

"This one's empty."

A husky yet feminine voice called, as a figure clad in a dusty, faded apparel came into view, her sleeved arms crossed over the frame of an open stall. Lifting a spider-like finger with a black-painted nail, she tipped up the brim of her age-old hat, making her cropped-black fringe visible over one eye, while the other copper-gold orb fixed itself upon the mounted female.

Trixice moved one of her fingerhole, gloved hands to the skull pendant on her necklace; animal's teeth adorned the necklace beside the skull, with the occasional golden bauble here and there. Finely designed tattoo's traced along her jawline and around that one visible eye, and a smirk was settled quite casually on her rusty-brown lips.

This woman echoed mystery.

[Kathryn Marcello]

A silent gasp escaped her lips at the suddent sight of anoher person. Quickly she sat up strait attempting to seem like it hadn't effected her but her grip tightened on her sword.

"Thank you very much," she replyed after a moment stoping Midnight before the stall.

Dismounting the horse with the grace of a princess Kathryn bowed her head to the mysterious figure. Her hand remained on the deadly wepon attached on her belt the entire time. She wan't about to leave her guard down. Not yet.

"I'm Kathryn Marcello of Kent. You would be?"