Dancing with the Devil (Czaiohme X Zelena) [OPEN]

The wind blew around her again. Odd, she thought. She figured there was enough trees to stop the incessant reminder that she was still here. Why couldn't she be somewhere else? Her eyes open softly, peering at the corpses that littered the area around her, tearing softly and crying silently. She was alone, knelt on her stump she's sheared away at during one of her dances. There was nothing beautiful about what she did anymore. Everything was just senseless slaughter now. The screams were not melodic any longer. Everything was just... Mediocre and lackluster. Mundane... Boring. She was, quite literally, bored to tears. The lack of symphony and music in her life was saddening. She needed something exciting, something a lot more difficult, something to keep her life from becoming this. Maybe even someone that could kill her. At least it would end this mundane existence.

For now, her outfit gently swayed among the wind's influence, the dark red cloth rippling along her thin frame. The only place where her clothes really clung to her was her chest, which wasn't that great, either. Her short black hair nearly perfectly framed her face, barely moving against the wind. Neither did she, at that. She knelt perfectly still on the stump, not even appearing to breathe. It was fairly odd to see someone alive looks so statuesque, but yet, there is was. The wind was especially cold for some reason today, as a violin song began playing around Czaiohme. It was a dreary, downcast song, one that was foreboding to anyone nearby.