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03-05-2016, 07:52 PM
chosen of the moon
She heard the call.
It came when she was finding herself particularly fascinated by the mists swirling off the edge of the cliffs of the land she claimed as home. Though it might be more fair to say that she caught the echos of the voice that boomed across the Edge, trembles rumbling under her skin and telling her that what ever was to come was not optional; the one named 'King' was expecting a crowd. She would have probably been more ready for the idea if Dagger had been around, but she hadn't seen her partner in quite some time. Her missions didn't usually go on for long, or at the least she would find a way to send a message explaining her absence. But Cloak was left in the dark on that one, and it took all her will to trust in her friend and not go off in search of her. If anyone could take care of themselves in unfamiliar places, it was Dagger.
The melted-coated girl peeled herself away from the rocky sides, where down below the waves splashed up tantalizingly and lulled her into a trance, pushing through the cold and the fog to make way toward the group that had surely already gathered. She was in no hurry; whatever would be said would not impact her in a significant way she was certain of, so she clung to the shadows and let thoughts drift elsewhere. Her necklace lightly clinked as she took each step.
There were already some clutching close to the outer circle, the shadows fading in and out. There were none that she recognized, save for Tembovu himself. Mutters filled the air as some greeted others but she merely stood alone, silent. Waiting. Watching.
It came when she was finding herself particularly fascinated by the mists swirling off the edge of the cliffs of the land she claimed as home. Though it might be more fair to say that she caught the echos of the voice that boomed across the Edge, trembles rumbling under her skin and telling her that what ever was to come was not optional; the one named 'King' was expecting a crowd. She would have probably been more ready for the idea if Dagger had been around, but she hadn't seen her partner in quite some time. Her missions didn't usually go on for long, or at the least she would find a way to send a message explaining her absence. But Cloak was left in the dark on that one, and it took all her will to trust in her friend and not go off in search of her. If anyone could take care of themselves in unfamiliar places, it was Dagger.
The melted-coated girl peeled herself away from the rocky sides, where down below the waves splashed up tantalizingly and lulled her into a trance, pushing through the cold and the fog to make way toward the group that had surely already gathered. She was in no hurry; whatever would be said would not impact her in a significant way she was certain of, so she clung to the shadows and let thoughts drift elsewhere. Her necklace lightly clinked as she took each step.
There were already some clutching close to the outer circle, the shadows fading in and out. There were none that she recognized, save for Tembovu himself. Mutters filled the air as some greeted others but she merely stood alone, silent. Waiting. Watching.
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