She was a warrior. Not one of those scantily-clad maidens so often pictured in fantasy books, but a large, stocky woman in full battle dress. Her curves were sheathed in leather a black tunic, chain mail over black boots tucked into buckskin breeches, gauntlets of leather and hardened steel, a row of knives surrounding her waist, blade upon her back. Her crimson hair was cropped in back to allow her helm an easy fit, while the front was allowed to flow just past her cheek in braids adorned with feathers.
No beauty, this one, she thought as she gazed into the mirror, the true costume of her day displeasing her, making her wonder just who was the true maid behind the armor. Her battles may not have been bloody in a literal sense, yet she bore many scars, many wounds as yet unhealed, her blade was becoming heavy, and she needed respite. For now, the only respite was her music....
Können Herzen singen kann ein
Herz zerspringen können
Herzen rein sein kann ein
Herz aus Stein sein
It comforted her, lulled her from her pain, yet at the same time made her long foolishly for the company of those she was so fond of.
No beauty am I, no svelte creature to catch a warrior's eye
Still, she stood defiant. Physical beauty was not what defined her, it was the beauty of her spirit, her strength, her fierce determination to battle on though her heart was weak and weary.
Yet strong is my shield, mighty and sharp the blade I wield
She only wished that someone would see her as she saw herself, beyond the flawed flesh, beyond the lack of grace in form, yet she knew even then the madness, darkness that resided within would be the next obstacle.
Battle rage, hot and pure, gives me strength, gives me will to endure
She was anything but a stable being, one often caught in the realm of dreams and flights of fancy, seeming to others to not truly be where she physically was, her mind ever wandering to places even her closest comrades could barely fathom.
Light in eyes so fierce and bright, yet black as pitch, dark as night
Therefore she resigned herself to be this misunderstood creature, this Changeling with no lineage, no history, no name given to her that was truly her own. She was content, only sometimes bemoaning her outcast state, preferring to be the strange, the oddity, rather than some "normal" being with no substance.
Try and tame me if you dare, yet be mindful lest you fall into the Hunter's snare
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