04-05-2012, 10:41 PM
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The mountains of Alterac--layers of the ever present snow blanket the ground, but one could notice a tall silhouette against the white and gray. It did not appear to be a tree--No, it was far too short. As one would walk closer, the dark shape took a more solid form: that of a crucifix.
A stripped woman--still kept somewhat decent with her undergarments--with black-brown hair and paling olive skin hangs upon the wooden beams, her dark ponytail flapping constantly with the wind. Her once bright face covered with dry blood, and an iron mask covers her chin. Its positioning alludes to it almost trying to prevent the jaw from falling off.
For those who recognize the corpse they would eventually recognize the woman.
That woman being Annabelle Greene.
The mountains of Alterac--layers of the ever present snow blanket the ground, but one could notice a tall silhouette against the white and gray. It did not appear to be a tree--No, it was far too short. As one would walk closer, the dark shape took a more solid form: that of a crucifix.
A stripped woman--still kept somewhat decent with her undergarments--with black-brown hair and paling olive skin hangs upon the wooden beams, her dark ponytail flapping constantly with the wind. Her once bright face covered with dry blood, and an iron mask covers her chin. Its positioning alludes to it almost trying to prevent the jaw from falling off.
For those who recognize the corpse they would eventually recognize the woman.
That woman being Annabelle Greene.