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*She walks with a swagger.  Her sun-bleached blonde hair disheveled as usual, cascading over her shoulders.   Her tall frame clad usually clad in her fringed buckskins or leather.  A suede pouch dangles from a crude leather necklace, once containing the ashes of the greatest power for good that she ever met in her life, SilverWyrm.  He told her to keep them as a talisman to protect against evil undeads gaining control of her mind.  She kept it, but things change, now it was more as a reminder of him & the honor of having had him as a confidant.  Her knee-high moccasins, soften her steps, with only a slight scuffing sound, bowie knives tucked safely in the tops within easy reach.  A pearl handled Colt45, hanging in its holster tied with a rawhide strand around her leg.  Her icy blue eyes hold many secrets and many hurts.  



She was in love only a few times over her years, all failed and now she far too vividly remembers the hurt of each, her soul still aching over them, her memories holding her heart captive.  One was a bounty hunter like none other, but seems the bounties he sought had taken him away.  Another a true warrior, but of a different bred, a bird-like creature whom she lost and feared would never again see, the third a Walker of the Planes.  He offered her so very much yet somehow she managed to lose even him.  Then there was the one called SilverWyrm.  She held him in such high esteem.  He was a teacher, a friend, a confidant, but he never could see her true feelings for him, or perhaps he did and choose to not become involved any further than a father like figure.  Now, after all this time even SilverWyrm was alieniated to her.She burned the pouch which he had given her and once contained ashes.She cursed the day she had helped him defeat the evil spirit that tried to control him...all that was...never was.She had only dreamed it to be the way she thought it was, reality however finally spoke truth.Now confusion flooded her mind as he had always preached honesty and integrity, but did not seem to follow them himself at all times.This sent her to spinning, walking a wire between reality and insanity.The final was a magnificent one, one whom she still has not overed.  She still pines deeply for him...misses him, still visits the place of their happiness from time to time crying as the water crashes down from the Falls, still in disbelief that it was over.  Yet over it surely was.  He had made that so plain to her on several occassions...he no longer wanted her and this ate at her very soul.  



Now, she rambled, roved, found peace at the bottom of tequila bottles from time to time and tried to survive, to find her way and to seek asylum every now an then at old watering holes with old friends or acquaintances.