Cassandra
Raven Tail
My prince for eternity...~
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Post by Cassandra on Jul 5, 2013 17:16:32 GMT -5
It was unsurprising that a certain orange-haired young woman wasn’t asleep even in the latest of hours. For a long time, she had been plagued with terrible nightmares that were so graphic, so gory and so disturbing that she was put off sleeping for life. Cassandra was able to survive without sleep, or just enough per night so that she didn’t enter the REM state, when a human being would dream and undergo reparation stages. Perhaps that was why she had remained so small when compared to others of her age, or she could blame her apparently short mother, having never met the woman for herself. She had only known her constantly cold father that refused to acknowledge her presence most of the time during her childhood, and even until the day she left home recently to join the furthest mage guild from his ideals possible.
It just so happened that guild was Raven Tail, deemed evil and terrible by most other guilds across Fiore. She was not a particular proud of active member of the guild, and mainly stayed there to annoy her father, to make him sit up and take notice on her.
Thus far, it hadn’t worked.
She had left her apartment at 1am, not having anything else to do there. And the bed was so comfortable that she may sleep for far too long if she stayed there any longer. She had to stay active, even if that meant wandering Magnolia in the early hours, when thugs would thrive and all sorts of underground business went on. She had been in the town for long enough to know where to avoid when she went on her nightly strolls, however, and numerous people knew that they shouldn’t touch her if they valued their money. Her father was quite an influential, wealthy man with power that far outstretched his main base of Akane Town. He held shares in the very popular Akane Resort, and had tried to teach his only child, Cassandra, how to run the family business when he was old and retired.
Although that endeavour had been a favour, her identity helped to protect her against thugs and thieves if they knew any better. Those with higher skill sets and the like had often tried to kidnap her and get a reward from Mr Del-Monaco, but those attempts had also been in vain. Cassandra despised fighting in any shape or form, but she knew how to defend herself should push come to shove. Her status as a mage of the dangerous Raven Tail guild often kept her safe also, and when that didn’t work, she was able to use her odd magic to outsmart the opponent so that she could run away unscathed. Yes, she never really did rely on brute force, because her feeble body was unable to handle such stresses. She was able to use smaller versions of her magic that didn’t have ‘spells’, and she used such things for showmanship alone, to amuse herself when she felt particularly lonely and down in the dumps. Because of her odd nature, what with being so shy and then extremely clingy all in a short space of time, she didn’t make friends, and she had never known what friendship felt like. That often led to her practising hobbies that only needed one person, like sketching, reading, writing and painting.
Occasionally, she would sell her paintings and sketches on market days, but she never got any more than a few jewels here and there because she was too shy to speak up and get herself noticed by possible buyers. That being said, it wasn’t like she relied on the money; she had plenty to go at, after all. Her ‘daddy dearest’ had plenty in the bank for her to use, and because she lived alone with little expenses, there was always plenty of cash left over from mage jobs she completed.
As she wandered through the deserted, dark streets of Magnolia Town, she suddenly heard a strange noise up ahead. It echoed, and thus sounded odd to her ears, but as she drew closer she knew it was a laugh of sorts. Who would be out laughing at this time of night? By this time she had been wandering aimlessly for one hour. On her walks, she rarely met anyone, and as such she found herself very curious. The sound of a smashing bottle came from the same person, a down-trodden young man up ahead. He had dropped a bottle of alcohol, and the laugh he gave earlier was half-hearted and sarcastic at best. She floundered for something to do, feeling nervous as her palms began to sweat heavily. An embarrassed tinge of pink touched her cheeks as well. This was a new person, this was her chance! Swallowing a deep breath of air to find her courage, she approached slowly and quietly, the height of her wedges not making a sound on the cobble stones. Small, exclusive fireworks started exploding into bursts of colour in front of the blonde man, spelling out the words, ‘Good evening, don’t be sad’ in their colourful splendour.
Her gentle, soft melodic voice spoke, surprisingly loud and clear in the empty street. “Ta da…”
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