Scythe and Skin
#1 of Intro's
One of many intro's
A young looking girl walked in through one of the many entrances, half stumbling as she dragged something behind her. It looked like she was only wearing a feathered cape but if someone was close enough they would be able to see a thin layer that made up a skin suit that was just clear, only darker patches where placed to cover her more sexual bits and nipples. Though her long hair had been draped over her her shoulders and covered her breasts partially, the rest hung down her back like silver drapes covering sections of her back and below her rump. If hair wasn't blocking her eyes they would have been a vivid crimson that gave off a faint glow even in the bright light. It was obvious that she was looking around though as her head turned and looked around different sections before her. What looked like a feathered cape had been fluttering and twitching, though there was no wind in the building it still moved with life. Once again looks would have been deceiving, the cape was really wings, six of them in fact. Each one as dark as a twilight in the bright arena lights, it was easy to see that each one was keep groomed and cleaned with how well they shined. Though they stayed clung to her back they only fluttered now and then letting loose feathers fall out against the warm air to float as if gravity had no laws to hold them, each feather that fell only touch the ground after she had moved several feet away if they didn't stay close to her. When they fell off winds that did not blow seemed to pull them around letting them fly about on a unseen path. Behind her, what she dragged, she held a long pole that lead almost in her height back to a cross top, on side of the cross had a blade that must have been three feet in length. Looking at this scythe that she dragged it wouldn't even look like it was in the condition to be called a weapon or a harvesting tool, the shaft of the weapon was straight and it was a very simple design nothing fancy at all. It was covered in rust, every inch, it cam off in flecks as her hand slid against it and the sand scrapped along its bladed face, the blade looked even worse, it seemed like someone had used it for chopping at rocks, it wasn't bent but covered in notches where the blade had pieces broken out. It was obviously an ancient item and why she dragged it around with her made no sense, it also seemed far heavier then it should have, the top had been digging a trail behind her against the sands she crossed. Yet only one hand held tight to the rusted grip even as it was slowly slipping from rust breaking away, just replacing her grip now and then before it slipped away from her hand. Slowly she made her way not to the center but around the edges, leaving a small rivet behind her path. Paying no mind to the others that had occupied this area looking for a snack maybe. No one in this area knew who she was and as a fresh face they could only guess as to who she was, what she was doing and why. For her it was also the first time she had been to this place but was wanting to someone that she read about in a report that was said to be around these parts. Dragging the tool behind her until she finally came to a stop near some of the seats, brushing all of the hair back so she could have a good look at the area around her now.