The Burning Grounds [Psyche]

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The Burning Grounds [Psyche]

Chernobyl Posts: 134

Outcast atk: 6 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4

Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: Nine | Tallsun HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Psilo

#13

01-20-2013, 07:12 PM (This post was last modified: 01-20-2013, 07:12 PM by Chernobyl.)

Chernobyl

The doll was in sheer bliss, cool and collected as she stood before the Matron. Her heart roiled with a fever for absolution and perhaps she was meant for this day, meant for what it was to behold. She had forgotten her questing with The Haruspex in light of her meeting with the Lady. Perhaps she would put her missions on hold until she could gain favor from the Empress. She was unsure of what dark powers she could offer and which ones were even worth the risk in the taking. Her porcelain lips cracked minimally in a small smile that resembled Psyche’s own half-hearted attire. But she was quick to retract the sentiment as the Lady spoke. The night was encroaching into twilight now and the doll was eager to indulge her Matron- a puppet to her Lady’s strings. “You’re approach interests me. How would you suppose we show them the errors of their ways? I find that there are many words to be had but not enough action…”

She rested her hips and leaned back into a more domineering position. After all, this was a moment of pure equality. She saw Psyche for what she was and she was not going to lie down like a sick creature and let her trample her into the background. She was seeking a mentor that would lead her to a victory of sorts and this was her moment. It was time to grab the situation by its ass and make it scream.

“The Plague. An ominous title, wouldn’t you agree? It would suggest invasion… in such a way that you infiltrate the offenders. I like that. I would love to become a part of your… army, if you will, but on one condition.” She looked now into those eyes of gold and smiled, a bitter feature that fit her mildly sadistic nature. “Tell me one thing you plan to do in order to rule- you have a band of followers, but what is it that you plan to do in order to make a name for them?”

But oh, I'm staring at the mess I made
As you turn, you take your heart and walk away