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For over Five Hundred Years she was a wanderer in the outer darkness, one of the tainted, the Undead. A Kindred, Toreador Bloodline ... her lineage had been impressive. Her Sire was Loki Gunnerson, the one that they called Slayer, his Sire being Arikel, her Sire being Zillah ... her Sire being Caine. Yet Mina mourned that mortal life that she had been taken from in the flower of her youth ...
I feel like there is no need for conversation
Some questions are better left without a reason
And I would rather reveal myself than my situation
Now and then I consider, my hesitation
The more the light shines through me
I pretend to close my eyes
The more the dark consumes me
I pretend I'm burning, burning bright
So it was she lived her exsistence as Loki's Childe, the White Rose of the White Rose Coterie, until that fateful day that her path crossed with that of the Undead Slayer, the Ranger of Fenmarel ... Chevenga Minhiriath. After their battle his heirloom Slayer sword lay shattered and she had been stripped of what made her Kindred.
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
To spare myself of the constant shame of my existence
And I would surely redeem myself in my desperation
Here and now I'll express, my situation
The more the light shines through me
I pretend to close my eyes
The more the dark consumes me
I pretend I'm burning, burning bright
A mortal girl now, seventeen on the cusp of eighteen, she is having to learn all over again how to live her life. It seems that her Unlife has not quite decided to untangle her from its machinations, and without those that love and protect her ... for the first time in five hundred years she is ...vulnerable.
There's nothing ever wrong but nothing's ever right
Such a cruel contradiction
I know I cross the lines its not easy to define
I'm born to indecision
There's always something new some path I'm supposed to choose
With no particular rhyme or reason
The more the light shines through me
I pretend to close my eyes
The more the dark consumes me
I pretend I'm burning, burning bright
Mina's Links
"Burning Bright" by Shinedown
Mina Elizabeth Alicia Westenra
"If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say,
This poet lies,
Such heavenly touches ne'er toucht earthly faces."
Wm Shakespeare
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