Post by thejudicator4 on Jun 9, 2013 22:13:27 GMT -5
Heavy boots struck hard against the stone surface of the Institute's chambers. The timeless warrior stepped onwards, each one of her steps echoing with resolve, with purpose. Her golden armor gleamed in the light, shining like the sun itself. Her helmet masked her face, as she kept walking... her blade gripped tightly in her hand. The blade itself shined just as bright as her armor, an inscription of a long since dead language, even in Kayle's world, etched in the middle of it. The inscription burned red admits the sea of gold, unlike most of her armor.
Kayle's stay at the Institute was pleasant, to say the least. The summoners respected her and never treated her wrongly. She stopped in front of her living quarters, a beautiful golden painted door, red drapes hanging from either side of it. Kayle let out a sigh... her search for Ashram was becoming pointless... no one knew where he was, nor his last whereabouts... the trail was quickly running cold.
The tired warrior pushed open the doors of her home and shut them behind her with a soft thud. Kayle walked over into her living room and looked out of the window. The Judicator let her sword lean against the stone wall as her armored hands gripped either side of her helmet and slid it off, golden locks of perfectly straight hair fell over Kayle's unblemished face, the face of true beauty, though Kayle herself cared little about her appearance. The deep sapphire pools of her eyes slid across her window, she reached out and pushed it open, letting the cool breeze of the night air flow in and kiss her face.
She closed her eyes and let out a small sigh, her massive wings stretched wide on either side before they folded onto her back once more. Kayle then began to shed her armor, carrying it over and sitting it on it's wrack. She was dressed down in a golden undershirt and matching pants, nothing too fancy. Kayle then wandered over to her bookshelf and pulled an old looking book from it before sitting onto her couch and opening it up, beginning to read from where she left off... she found the literature from this world quite interesting.
Kayle's quarters were open for any who wish to speak with her, a note hung from the door.
"Knock if you wish to speak" -Kayle
Kayle's stay at the Institute was pleasant, to say the least. The summoners respected her and never treated her wrongly. She stopped in front of her living quarters, a beautiful golden painted door, red drapes hanging from either side of it. Kayle let out a sigh... her search for Ashram was becoming pointless... no one knew where he was, nor his last whereabouts... the trail was quickly running cold.
The tired warrior pushed open the doors of her home and shut them behind her with a soft thud. Kayle walked over into her living room and looked out of the window. The Judicator let her sword lean against the stone wall as her armored hands gripped either side of her helmet and slid it off, golden locks of perfectly straight hair fell over Kayle's unblemished face, the face of true beauty, though Kayle herself cared little about her appearance. The deep sapphire pools of her eyes slid across her window, she reached out and pushed it open, letting the cool breeze of the night air flow in and kiss her face.
She closed her eyes and let out a small sigh, her massive wings stretched wide on either side before they folded onto her back once more. Kayle then began to shed her armor, carrying it over and sitting it on it's wrack. She was dressed down in a golden undershirt and matching pants, nothing too fancy. Kayle then wandered over to her bookshelf and pulled an old looking book from it before sitting onto her couch and opening it up, beginning to read from where she left off... she found the literature from this world quite interesting.
Kayle's quarters were open for any who wish to speak with her, a note hung from the door.
"Knock if you wish to speak" -Kayle