I did not open that box; the evil was already in the world.
The darkness was already in the word. I am the light, I am the hope. Not from a
box but from the earth. Just because I am the light doesn’t mean I am an angel,
ill save that for those with wings. Many men have fallen into my trap, hoping
to tame me. They all failed. I chewed them up and spat them back out. Leaving
them a shadow of the person they were. I am one with Mother Earth, you cannot
control her and you cannot control me. You would be a fool to even try.
Mother earth might be my main element but do not be fooled
it isn’t the only weapon I have. All the elements including spirit I can use as
I wish. I have several blades given to me over time. All hidden until they need
to be used and believe me I know how to use them. This among other hidden
talents allows me to protect myself and those I choose to.
My appearance changes depending on my mood, it would be wise
to know when to avoid me. (There is only one who can calm me, but he isn’t
Mother earth: my skin slightly tanned with curves in all the
right places. My dark brown hair cascading down my back lapping at the top of
my ass. My eyes are hidden behind think long lashes but once seen you cannot
look away from their deep never ending brown depths.
Air: my skin place as if touched by the first frost, all my
curves lost instead a slender figure with long wavy blond hair still reaching
down to my ass. My eyes a deep sapphire blue standing out against my pale
features. By far most fragile looking appearance I have but not to be
Water: my body now laced with intricate tattoos, over my
shoulders and down my back before wrapping around my hip. These markings seem
to move when you catch sight of them, much like a running stream. My hair a
dirty blonde this time only reaching the middle of my back and curled so to
give the illusion of constant movement. My eyes a shinning turquoise never
staying still always darting from place to place.
Fire: My skin dark, giving the impression I am earth, but I
am something so much more deadly. My hair smoldering red and down beyond my
ass, tickling my thighs. My eyes. My eyes are a thing of beauty all by
themselves, a warm orange colour flickering like dancing flames hidden behind
thick black lashes.
Spirit: My lesser known appearance. My skin is luminous,
casting out a light, banishing all the shadows in whatever room I enter. My
hair long and pitch black curling up at the ends, my eyes are a rarity to see,
they are white with black flecks upon them that never stay still. There is no
pupil to these eyes giving the impression that I am blind, but I am anything
but. I see more with these eyes than you could ever imagine.