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09-29-2014, 01:15 PM
A woman that must be the Lady comes. The pale one lifts her eyes to watch her approach, her songs dying on her tongue as she watches the light flash on the golden flesh of the stranger, so regal and proud each step and boundless the wrath that defines each motion despite the cool control of her face. A creature built for war, Beloved counts her scars, finds them many, sees the burns on her legs and the erratic wounds that have long since healed on the earthen flesh of her belly. Her words are like gold, too, they are rich and they flash and Beloved thinks she can touch them if she tries. The oddest of expressions takes her as her head tilts to the side and her strange eyes capture the figure that rests on the back of the woman, a strange beast both feline and flight worthy, and with a gurgling giggle of delight she steps forward a pace to better see the pretty thing with tawny and gold toned feathers. Why do they match? Most do not blend so seamlessly with their creatures of soul birth, disgustingly wrong but perfectly right in the same instance, but this one is as if bred to be the pet of the chatty dame. So caught up in the griffon is the devilish one that her giggles almost cover the fact that she is being ignored. Eyes flash malevolently towards the Lady, accusingly towards Panzram who has stolen all the attention from her much more worthy self. The white snake sucks in her laughter in an acrid hiss, slender neck arching in defiance as she burns her eyes along the figure of the woman until she turns to focus on Beloved. No, no we haven’t met before, she thinks, another giggle surfacing where anger had lingered but seconds previous. "Beloved," she says softly, a thousand voices crying and singing and gnashing within her mind at the mention of their calling, a swoon of self love nearly taking her as she swallows the attention beset upon her, "we have brought you him. Panzram." Her pale horn tilts to the Crown of Blood, her mad eyes gleaming delightfully in her success, the golden one already forgotten in the trek north and the excitement of meeting a queen. |
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Feel free to attack her with physical or magical violence at your own risk. ;D
