Deep in the emeral-hued forest, among the ferns and trees, where only the mist and ivy creeps, stands Ravyn Alexa. The warrior is clad in only a shining, golden chainmail. The metal catches the light, that has managed to sneak through the forest canopy, in a thousands glittering refractions that spill over her ample curves like a current of liquid gold. Her body arches up and back, forming an s-shape and putting the taught, and straining, muscles of her tummy on full display. Her arms reach over, and bend behind her head, and in her grip, a silver long sword. Her face, in profile, is slightly upturned. Light plays over her caramel skin, eyes softly closed, lashes kissing her cheeks, mouth slightly ajar, as if a steading breathe escapes her full, pink, lips. The swords hilt is wrapped in a fawny leather and it's blade, though steel in nature, seems to be made out of forest itself. The polish on it's length being so high that it becomes camouflaged by the motley greens of the environment. The energy of the image gives the feel of a Boris Vallejo illustration given breath!
"I do not love the bright sword for it sharpness, not the arrow for it's swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend."- Faramir, The Two Towers
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