Daughter of Fen
Objective: Vox Populi, Vox Dei
Tags:
Naamino Zuukamano
Vritra
Glissara
Darth Strosius
She couldn't see his smile beneath his mask, but she felt the delight in him all the same, the energy from him curling her lips into a devilish smile as she caught the finger that he waggled at her pulling it down and lacing her hands through his. "Well, you shouldn't make it so easy then should you?" she teased, giving his hand a squeeze before releasing it following his gaze to the first sounds of a true fight.
The mob was a whirlwind of chaos carefully funnelled and guided with a spearpoint of well trained soldiers, it was a thing of beauty that heralded the death of the regime that held Seswenna.
She chuckled in response to his question "Oh I think so, ki sosûtudas," she stepped back from Alisteri offering him a mock bow a mischievous glint in her eye before she drew on the shadows around her, letting the darkness fill her, obscuring her emerald eyes behind pools of black ink.
There would be where it normally stopped, but Lina dug deeper, letting her curiosity lead her. Dark tendrils curled and weaved at her back curling around each other and stretching till a pair of black wings folded and unfolded at her back, not quite solid, shadow fell from them like heavy smoke. "Though, I think the real question is, can you race me?"
Her wings beat once, shifting the wind around them as she rose from the ground and then seemed to melt, folding into the shadows of the building around them.
Tags:
Naamino Zuukamano
Vritra
Glissara
Darth Strosius
She couldn't see his smile beneath his mask, but she felt the delight in him all the same, the energy from him curling her lips into a devilish smile as she caught the finger that he waggled at her pulling it down and lacing her hands through his. "Well, you shouldn't make it so easy then should you?" she teased, giving his hand a squeeze before releasing it following his gaze to the first sounds of a true fight.
The mob was a whirlwind of chaos carefully funnelled and guided with a spearpoint of well trained soldiers, it was a thing of beauty that heralded the death of the regime that held Seswenna.
She chuckled in response to his question "Oh I think so, ki sosûtudas," she stepped back from Alisteri offering him a mock bow a mischievous glint in her eye before she drew on the shadows around her, letting the darkness fill her, obscuring her emerald eyes behind pools of black ink.
There would be where it normally stopped, but Lina dug deeper, letting her curiosity lead her. Dark tendrils curled and weaved at her back curling around each other and stretching till a pair of black wings folded and unfolded at her back, not quite solid, shadow fell from them like heavy smoke. "Though, I think the real question is, can you race me?"
Her wings beat once, shifting the wind around them as she rose from the ground and then seemed to melt, folding into the shadows of the building around them.