User:Trailsong/Characters/Twilight Djinn Zia
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| Twilight Djinn Zia
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From the Journals of Darrin Trailsong, M.Bd.
Honestly, I didn't know what to make of her the first time I saw her lying there in the Desolation. Her skin was charred nearly black, her hair frayed and broken. Her eyes, mostly dull, occassionally pulsed with that sickly glow about them that more often than not meant poison, madness... or even worse. Without a worm to my name, I gingerly trod out upon those burning sands (and lost a good pair of boots in the process), quickly dragging her seemingly lifeless body to safety. Being a true gentleman, I checked for a pulse and, finding a faint one, began mouth to mouth upon the lanky girl in order to breathe some life back into her. That, I note now, was a bit of a mistake. A single kiss, and I was thrown backwards some fifty feet or more, thrown through the air by the very winds themselves-- no small matter, as the day was otherwise calm-- until I landed on my backside, heels and hands all but trading places. When I finally recovered enough to stand, gone was the near-corpse I'd rescued... in her place stood a near-flawless beauty (I know, because she was particularly unclothed at that time), tall and dark, a veritable goddess made flesh. "Your assistance was not unkind mortal," she said to me in a particularly dusky alto, thickly accented in a dialect I had no hope to discern, "but it was also unnecessary." She told me then that her name was called Zia-- in her tongue, 'Outcast'-- and that she was one of the fabled Djinn of the desert sands, a product of the winds and the fires, the forbidden offspring of two magical parents. She was, in essence, a newborn and without guidance-- someone that I though perhaps the Order of Whispers would be most interested in meeting. After all, it's not often one gets to see the look on Jurah's face when someone brings a mystery to him... |
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