Oh, Gods!! What did she do with my trench?!
Oh.
The fire.
Ah, well, guess must needs accquire a new one.
Damn. All those memories, all those- treasures of my past. The Japanese coins saved from nigh eight hundred years ago- my first wages as a kunoichi at the service of the Shogunate. The finger symbols from when I danced for the Sultan just before I took his life and his fortune. The staff I created and blessed under a full Samhain moon, under the eye of a falling star- all the beadwork and carving done by hand. The masks from decades of Carnivales, the ancient tomes of spells and Workings, my beloved familiars Methos, Daisho and Yuki.
All gone. Would that they were as immortal as I.
And my blade. Ahhhhh, my blade- Quicksilver. Gifted to me by a warlord who tried to gain my favor yet ended up gaining my contempt instead.
The new one- Serenity- she is a fine blade yet the hilt is not the ten inches I require for superior handling and control.
Guess that is yet another item on my list. Along with more suitable attire- out with the pinks and pathetic attempts at normality. Hmph- normality- lost that on the battlefield of Emain Macha when the Nialls took my life.
Or rather, awakened a new one.
See, my Children, the one known as Lilli simply exsisted in a vaccuum, one created by my own delusion that if I gave in to what others wished, I would at last find peace and tranquility in a world that so often rejects an enigma like myself. She tried so hard to accept what was unacceptable before in her life- fearing the backlash of more persecution.
But me- Kiernan? Hell, whether you like or hate me, fear or love me, it matters not. I am what I am and have no time for silly games- have enough to worry about with people trying to take my head and such to be concerned with such rabble.
I keep to myself, do not actively seek out the battles I must face, but welcome with open arms and ready blade if and when they do come. The fools always seek me out- those who think to take my power and gain it for their own miserable exsistance.
Those I meet with a sigh of resignation, "Leave while you're still able."
Most do, upon seeing and sensing the wall of power I unleash just by opening my chi- they then know one of my considerable age and experience is none to toy with.
And those arrogant wretches who think they can best me? Their head is swiftly parted from their body.
The Quickening barely registers with me now, so often it has come, I just stand silently as the wave of energy travels through my body, causing all manner of havoc upon the inanimate objects around me.
Makes quite a mess, actually, with the glass and explosions and things bursting apart and such.
Oh, and Lilli's pathetic whining about being weary of battle and wanting someone to take care of her? Please!
Battle is something you can neither run nor hide from- you can curl up in your little corner with your teddy bear and quiver all you want. It will be there, waiting, each time you open the door, each time you look a person in the eye that you know is wanting to take a turn on your wheel.
I need no one to care for me- after some thousand years I have done very well caring for myself thank you.
As for battle? I thrive on it, crave it, need it to complete me: even though I do not Call for it, it comes to me anyway and then I feed upon those who dare cross swords with mine.
*singing* "From a battle I come, to a battle I ride...."
Wanna join me?
