Asa
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Senka
The last of her kind... A relic... A nomad. A destroyer with no enemies left to destroy. The four kingdoms of her homelands had found peaceful accord. Clearly deciding peace was better than extinction at the hands of which ever nomadic death the others were able to hire. That is what her people had been for centuries... Nomadic death. Men and women trained nearly from birth to kill. No one knew where they came from even they had lost any tales of a homeland or anything like that centuries ago. They were different from any of the other kingdoms long lived but now there was only one... That anyone knew of.
Little did she know that her people were not exactly mortal nor that there was to always be at least one of her kind in the world always. Long lived they had originally been the line of defense between the Gods and mortals against anything that sought to destroy them. Then their lineage became warriors to protect Goes from humans and humans from Gods... Then what most conscious history knew them as... Ruthless killers... Assassin's... Destroyers... Death...
When the lands further west became known she eventually traveled there. All of the grasslands and strangely clad people who seemed both terrified and curious of her at the same time were very different than home but in all truth she had no home. Sitting in one of the taverns in this strange land she seemed to fascinate a young child who would try to talk to her and once the child had her name seemed to introduce her to everyone in the little village. The adults seemed somewhat fearful of her especially with the swords and weapons she carried but the child seemed far more interested in the "pretty pictures" on her arms hands face and neck. The child determined to hold her hand tracing the patterns with his little finger as some armor clad soldiers rode past. She however passively observed the men covered in armor as one word danced in her mind about their bulky armor... Cowards.
The little one speaking after pausing at one of her tats.
I know someone with a scar that looks like this. Wanna meet him Miss Senka?
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Enough...
He walked over as the guards stopped and bowed to the young man walking closer. Senka still stood ready both swords in hand as she eyed the situation as if a tigress ready to fight.
I have never known of any woman who could fight like that... Much less with the tenacity and chess like forethought. Who... Who are you? And what do you feel you defend this child from.
He noticed the scared child behind her pointing to one of his guards.
The child being as any child sought to retrieve his ball and your "soldier" nearly ran the child over then dared go after the child when his horse threw him as not to harm the child.
Is this true?
He turned sharp knowing there were some hotheads in his soldiers ranks. The men who where not nursing wounded egos cuts and ribs nodded.
Such actions will not be tolerated men. Forgive them young one.
He nodded to the child and looking back to this woman wielding two swords and clearly not the clothing of theand under her cloak. He looked into those dark eyes and saw the compassion balanced with a venom for battle had had never seen before in anyone.
Please I would be honored if you would join me for my tour of the lands.
The child tugged on her hand.
It okay miss Senka lady I will tell momma to keep some food warm for you when you get back.