Art of Alita Lauren

Alita Lauren

Current Character Description - Alita Lauren

The woman before you is thin, her form is pale, and almost too skinny.  Her hair is a dirty blonde in colour and falls down her back in a tangled and knotted mess.  Her breast is shapley but not overly large, and is covered by a mass of torn robes, shredded and aged.  Her legs are toned and muscular, but slightly too thin, holding her petite form and moving the woman with a slight elegant grace.  Under the mass of knotted hair, twin orbs of blue can be seen, resembling the eyes of a wolf.  Framed by thick and long lashes.  The womans mouth is shapley yet unsmiling, the faintly dusted pink lips pursed in concentration, turning slightly in the corners to form a smirk indicating some sadistic pleasure.  Tattooed on the womans back is an explosive lightning bolt; if the woman carries weapons, they are concealed well from view.

Awakening

There it was again, that scratching feeling in my eyes. Opening them is worse. I close them again and wipe a hand across my face. Shards of rubble fall from my skin, I rub my fingertips together, it does not crumble.  Concrete. I drop my hand to my side and feel around me, a few books, some parchment, and large blocks of rock. I remember now, the lower catacombs of the tower where I was studying? Had I misfired that badly? Drawing in a slow breath I cast the spell that would teleport me back to the Church of Destruction.  Nothing Happened. Clasping the insignia I wore I used the magical telepathic link to speak to my brethren, before I had finished, my words had died off, there was no point, the link did not work.  The church was gone. It was time to determine who was left, who was in control, and just what exactly had happened.  But first, to rub this crap out of my eyes!

To be continued.