An hour passed, and Cale found her.
There she was.
Cale's gaze suddenly stopped.
A familiar figure stood some distance away, separated from him by the quiet space between them.
Fiora.
It had been a long time since he had last seen her. For her it was only a year or so, for him it had been a century. And after a century, you start to even like your worst of enemy, how could he not long for her, just a bit though.
'Heh... she's the same as always.'
Her long silver hair cascaded down her back and over her shoulders, strands of it drifting loosely around her face. Beneath the pale locks was a beautiful, almost ethereal face—delicate features, half-lidded eyes, and soft lips that gave her an air of distant elegance...
Oh and those humongous breasts and huge round ass!
She wore black, the dark fabric contrasting sharply against her silver hair and pale complexion. Fine ornaments adorned her ears and neck, their subtle glimmer catching the light whenever she moved.
