Post by zamka on Sept 4, 2007 11:08:05 GMT -5
Zamka looked out on kohana remembering her own town sighing. When she shut her eyes she could still see the lakes and mists feel the touch of cool water upon her hand. But as the harsh sun beat down on her she remembered the endless war she was in. She stood up seeing the whole of the town. It was a pretty little town. Children laughing and running through the streets. She would have smiled if she could remember how to. Zamka jumped down taking her forehead proector off putting it into the blue side pouch on her ankle. Taking off her golves and also placing them in the pouch she could see the paleness of the covered skin on her arms. But she was to busy for that. Since somewhere in this vast jungle was her brother. She didn't know where or how to find him but she had to look. She wanted the torture to end even if that meant her own facing with cold steel through her chest. But she would defeat him she would see his blood spill she would hear his screams if it was the last thing she did.
