Posted Mar 23 2013 - 08:22 PM
What had been a Toa of water lay curled up in the snow, wings (recent addition) shielding her from the elements to some degree. She was so much different from Daylaria, yet the same in body and mind. However, that didn't mean the body and mind hadn't changed. If one were to look from her eyes now, things would be sharper. Darker. Edgier. She was weaponless, and she could no longer feel the streams. The moisture no longer clung to her. Rather, she felt so much grittier. She was tainted.
She had ascended beyond any believable standards. She had become a goddess amongst Toa, rising above what she had ever imagined she could be. Her strength was that off a titan, her agility that of the wind, and her reflexes sharper than a blade. Yet, her muscles ached. She was sore. She stood, her body the most beautiful sight to behold. Daylaria held power in every step she took. There was thunder in her eyes, and lightning in her veins. And she stepped from the cliff, into a free fall. Air rushed into her face, but rather than biting at her flesh, it was deflected painlessly. It seemed that even the air around her recognized her power.
And the sword called to her.
Her wings picked up speed and she sliced into the sky, any remnants of snow or debris banished from her person. Like a missile, she landed in Ihi-Koro, administering a shockwave that shot snow out in all directions. The Sword of Justice called to her, crooning her to its location. She had to have it. It would bow to her, and her alone.
See, when a Toa becomes a Valkyr, she generally becomes the amplification of one certain trait. Anythn, her creator, was the Valkyr of lust. Daylaria, however, had become obsessed with finding the Xa-Koroans and making them pay for what they had done. Simply, she had thought merely of justice. She had been on course to become a merciful, good Valkyr- but Anthyn was her maker. She was tainted. Daylaria had become vengeance personified. To all who sinned, their sins would be punished. Those who killed would be killed. Those who harmed would be harmed. That was her mission.
She looked around the area, noticing the many who were gathering around her. Some marveled at her beauty. Some marveled at her wings. Some had admiration, and others had fear. Simply, she was regarded cautiously by all. And this was good, because no one was to get in the way of her search for the sword.