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A hooded figure, face shrouded in darkness, moved across the elaborate flooring with an ominous grace. Tall, slim, all but her lips were hidden under her hood. Her midriff was exposed, and her legs moved fluidly towards their common goal; she had a sway in her walk. The clicking of her heels matched every step and suddenly it all fell silent when her steps came to a stop. Two guards cut her off, and no words were spoken from either party. From below, in the reflection of the flooring her red eyes glimmered and she reached up to pull back on her hood.
Pale, purple flesh. Eyes bouncing from one side of the room to the next. Her mouth parted for words, but her voice seemed like it had another voice under it, and another voice under that one. Echoes almost; Sinister.
"I have come to see the King of this reach...the god himself."
She had been trying for such a long time to get this audience, her security depended on it, and so did some of her current goals. For what she wanted to do...she needed to align herself with those who could provide her with what she needed. This man, or being had it all and then some. All she wanted was to serve at his feet...to be his servant. All she sought? Was protection...security.
She had repeated this message to many guards before this group, and so when they seemingly began to let up she fell into her walk again. The clicking began, and so did the echoes throughout the hall. There was a sway in her step; fearless. What else did she have to lose...
This was the last step, and when she was granted entrance she would continue for a few feet and then fall to a knee. Her cloak spilling over and covered the floor just beneath her. She would fall into silence, hoping to be addressed by the void she felt pulsing in front of her. It wouldn't be her place to speak first.
[member="Darth Carnifex"]
V A I N H A L L O W C I T A D E L
A hooded figure, face shrouded in darkness, moved across the elaborate flooring with an ominous grace. Tall, slim, all but her lips were hidden under her hood. Her midriff was exposed, and her legs moved fluidly towards their common goal; she had a sway in her walk. The clicking of her heels matched every step and suddenly it all fell silent when her steps came to a stop. Two guards cut her off, and no words were spoken from either party. From below, in the reflection of the flooring her red eyes glimmered and she reached up to pull back on her hood.
Pale, purple flesh. Eyes bouncing from one side of the room to the next. Her mouth parted for words, but her voice seemed like it had another voice under it, and another voice under that one. Echoes almost; Sinister.
"I have come to see the King of this reach...the god himself."
She had been trying for such a long time to get this audience, her security depended on it, and so did some of her current goals. For what she wanted to do...she needed to align herself with those who could provide her with what she needed. This man, or being had it all and then some. All she wanted was to serve at his feet...to be his servant. All she sought? Was protection...security.
She had repeated this message to many guards before this group, and so when they seemingly began to let up she fell into her walk again. The clicking began, and so did the echoes throughout the hall. There was a sway in her step; fearless. What else did she have to lose...
This was the last step, and when she was granted entrance she would continue for a few feet and then fall to a knee. Her cloak spilling over and covered the floor just beneath her. She would fall into silence, hoping to be addressed by the void she felt pulsing in front of her. It wouldn't be her place to speak first.
[member="Darth Carnifex"]