Voda Vosa
First Post
The silhouette of the woman moves softly to the edge of the shadows at the pledge of the warriors, and as her features clear under the sun light, they find themselves staring at something they never did. Her skin was soft like the steams of young soy plants, and as green. Her hair was also green, but darker, and it moved like an underwater algi, brushed by an invisible gentle stream. Amidst it there were leaves, yellow, green, dry, of every color and design imaginable. Her hands were barky, although they moved freely. Her eyes were yellow like autumn leaves, and her hips were covered by moss, and her breasts were generous and sported free from any cover, although lacking anything similar to nipples. She had no mouth, nor nose; and as she stepped out of the shadows completely, the warriors note that she had no hands but simple branches; and no feet, but tree trunks. As she advances, and her body abandoned the shadows of the forest, her hands became more human, as her feet, and she walked carefully to the men assembled. Her gaze was scrutinizing, stoic; although curiosity could be made up from her otherworldly features.
“Thank you” she said, but not said, as she had no mouth. Somehow, the warriors heard the same, and knew the others had heard the creature too.
“Thank you” she said, but not said, as she had no mouth. Somehow, the warriors heard the same, and knew the others had heard the creature too.
