Dark green eyes hidden in shadow peered at the surroundings, a small pale hand clenched on a boot sheathed dagger, as she crouched low listening in the dark, hearing nothing but chaos. What had she gotten herself into? Her empty hand steadied herself against the crate she was hiding in, the ship she had stowed away on had apparently been attacked, or changed course... but then pirates were always unpredictable drunks, they could be playing tug o war with the controls. She glanced quickly around the cargo bay, her exit plan had been at the next city or town the ship was going to but the constant shudders and sounds of fighting had lured her out a little early.
Assuring herself that the bay was empty she stealthily made her way to a portcullis window, attempting to see where in the world she was. Looking out she almost choked on her amazement and shock...
The name of the floating Isles her elder sister had spoken of were indeed about her, however she didn't think they would be so... organized. Riku had spoken of Isles floating lazily on tethers of energy and gravity, physics warped and manipulated by Nin advanced in bending nature to their will, the land masses that had captured her attention were shifting unnaturally and bits of debris floated awkwardly in the gravitational net they were caught in.
Deciding that the situation needed more investigation she looked around and began making her way to the bridge, just as another shudder caused her to brace against one wall.
Nadia blew a dark red strand of hair out of her face and trudged on, her right hand now clenched around one hilt of her dual Ninjatō Yuzuki and Yuri.
Beaten, Bruised and branded, She was thrown into the ring. Luck and the gods on her side she won, only to be thrown into another, and another and another, the cycle continued for years. Until one day, shielding her eyes from the sun she raised her arm, blood from her sword dripping down her hand. As she looked to her Dominus for the signal... to finish her opponent. For so long had she been ordered to kill, beaten into a warrior and robbed of the ability to do anything other than battle she faced all her adversaries with reckless abandon, kill or be killed. After a hundred battles, scars and no memory of anything but blood, she was almost at a loss when an impressed and jealous Roman bought her freedom, ensuring that his own warrior would take on the mantle of champion. She remained only in the city long enough to drink her fill of wine, and supply herself for what lay ahead. Having seen nothing but the inside of her cell, and everything leading to the arena she craved exploration.