How long had it been since Koa had seen her sister, Haruka? It felt like a lifetime or even longer but now, for Koa, time was precious to her and it was in a real danger of running out at anytime. She was a fighter though, and despite losing most of her time to the release Kane's friend from an eternal prison of ice, the former chief still had a positive outlook on everything. Koa went down into the depths of Arcadia, where she first met her sister, and from that point on her family had been created. The woman waddled down a twisty lane, her wooden staff clunking off the slabs, as she attempted to hold her body up but felt the weight of the material on her body weight her down. It was an uncomfortable feeling and something she didn't like, at all, but then again who liked becoming old?
Koa would find a spot to rest, an embankment of crystal blue water, a patch of grass where she could settle down and take a load off her feet. It was actually amusing to her how awful becoming this old was, nature was a cruel and temperamental bitch; unrelenting in its onslaught against mankind. The old woman would undo her scarf and place it on the grass, allowing her to lay down her head for a few moments. As she lay there her hand fiddled with the blades of grass gently, circling her finger around a small area, encompassing it with an aura of frost.
"Haruka..." She would say gentle, her weak breath pushing the tiny particles of ice into the air, their sparkling little bodies began to float upwards before disappearing from sight. Time would only tell if they actually reached their desired destination or not.
[MFT]
[Awful, I know.]
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Koa would find a spot to rest, an embankment of crystal blue water, a patch of grass where she could settle down and take a load off her feet. It was actually amusing to her how awful becoming this old was, nature was a cruel and temperamental bitch; unrelenting in its onslaught against mankind. The old woman would undo her scarf and place it on the grass, allowing her to lay down her head for a few moments. As she lay there her hand fiddled with the blades of grass gently, circling her finger around a small area, encompassing it with an aura of frost.
"Haruka..." She would say gentle, her weak breath pushing the tiny particles of ice into the air, their sparkling little bodies began to float upwards before disappearing from sight. Time would only tell if they actually reached their desired destination or not.
[MFT]
[Awful, I know.]
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