:'] Hiya! Sorry For the late entry. . . I was Kinda busy! ;^: It was only rushed on Raster I'm sorry. -,- I'll just do a Backstory below . . . >>>
N: Sylvia // G: Girl // Skilled, Timid, Mysterious, Hides in the cloak of shadows. // Sylvia Is classed as a Moonshadow elf ( Idea from " The Dragon Prince " ) and Is one of the most skilled of them all. She has specaily Crafted blades that she calls "Spirited Blades" Her Mum's, Shona and Delia, Died after a mysterious occurance with an opposite tribe. Sylvia was adopeted by the tribes leader, Dadao. After this truamatic event, sylvia vowed she would get revenge on the tribe. Sylvia glided through the moonlit forests. The clouds now floated like descending ghosts, silently. The air was bitter and nippy while it may be still. Sylvia's Blades Sparkled, reflected by the haunting moon. Sylvia Stopped, her ears flicking, back and forth. A distant Rustle laid beyond her. She Silently chanted a rune under her breath and was covered by the shadows. Her Blue eyes gleamed brightly and her hair blew, in time with the trees. The rustling soon became shout and screams that filled the air. In Trepidation, Sylvia pushed past the ever-growing Bushes and Gawped in awe. The Opposing Tribe . . . In Flames. Sylvia was not sure to be happy or sad. The tribe that tried and sucseeded to kill her mum's was gone and thrown into dispair and ashes. Sylvia Turned back about to break the news to her fellow clan mates but a cold, vain hand grasped her shoulder. A shiver was manovered down her spine and sylvia's breath grew shallow. " What are ye doin' out here Lassy? " Sylvia turned to face an old elf with a draining smile and deep, Looming eyes. <, I may Continue! ! ,> THERE U HAVE IT!!<:
