Empousa explorations led her to a rather barren land today, although she seemed to fit right in. The dusty oranges and reds made her blend in against the canyon walls. Her head though was facing the rather odd columns of stacked rocks, she wanted to ask why, and more importantly HOW. But she had a feeling that very few knew of their origins beyond speculation. She turned to face the canyon walls as she found yet another cavern, which in all honesty she was a little worried about exploring. At least she didn't want to be alone when she did. She came to a stop as she stared up the canyon walls, she did have to admit that while this area was clearly dead and did not offer much for the life that called this place home it was in an odd desolate way beautiful. She wondered if the sandstone here was hiding quartz beneath its rusty-colored exterior, or maybe the quartz sat deep within the caverns. She shuddered at the thought, she was not sure if she trusted the caverns not to cave in with her inside of them yet. "Speach"

Exposed “Artio” Lebraid Along the shoreside, northeast and outwith its bifrost, hues of emerald, castleton and seafoam green’s loomed overhead, but soon turned arid and sculpted. Alloy and copper tinctures caressed the panorama as if it were once a desert without these, well, sublimely forged canyons –– gulley's, even, and caverns alike. They meandered, traversed and sunk subterrestrial, daring to be prospected by someone who cared more to do so. She’d breathe, druid and laden. The monolithic crags that fabricated from the earth were of no incredulity to the graveyard’s existence, nor her intellective ambitions. Lebraid only coveted a living purgatory, yet one with lawfully circuitous provocations, be it now, or later. Did it already exist, howbeit? A wintry, sonorous growl ricocheted from the wolf’s ajar lips, eyes taut and hackles barbellate; and then, another, their odour becoming more potent as she tred with portly paws. It was nauseating, to say the least. Pallid, tintless galaxies fell upon a peru, ochreous-coppered girl -- smaller, how different -- still, conversing in conversations was far from beguiling, if not repugnant at best. Emotions, of course, did not pluck or ploy, but rather strangulated under the contusions of her past, begging to be let out. She needn’t say a word, demeanour ogrish like a wraith that could not die, staring, silent. Action. | “Speech.” | Skill. “Wrong me once, I’ll kill you twice.” Template by Raine <3

Empousa's head turn as she heard the approach of another, her head twisting with the rest of her body as she turned to look at the newcomer. Her eyes narrowed in on her as she tried to figure out if the stranger was approaching or not, when she deciphered that they in fact weren't going to come to her, she would make the first move. Quick, long strides made ease over the distance between them. She stopped a reasonable distance away however, the fact the stranger had not spoken or let out any form of greeting made Empousa not want to push it. "Hello? Have you come to explore Redwater as well?" She would say softly as if she was scared of the woman before her bolting away if she spoke too loudly. She was unsure who this person was, so she would take each moment slowly. To figure out whether or not she was a threat. Her head tilted slightly as she waited for a response, although normally she would flirt with a new woman something held her back, a feeling like that might not be the best choice here. She would see! Wait it out and decide whether or not this woman gave off the vibe. "Speach"

Exposed “Artio” Lebraid Lebraid did not appreciate the incessant miscellany of encounters, be it a profitable one or not. Some supplied intel, knowledge, or perhaps an excuse to let loose; the blustery heller that slumbered within dared to uprise, sombrely staring at the sheen gold and off-white canine. “Redwater,” Gritty, bedraggled vocals iterated the singular idiom, now knowing the name of this sterile, sculpted landscape, “Perhaps, but it isn’t the most favourable one.” Tintless nebulas danced with a fervid frost, crown low and ears taut -- jacket jostled to assume predomination, moonless skin quivered -- were they here for simplicities? She did not trust strangers, and that was ostensibly profiled. Truthfully, the graveyard brandished no taste for gabfests; there’s no telling what she might do, forbearance already worn thin from the heat. Action. | “Speech.” | Skill. “Wrong me once, I’ll kill you twice.” Template by Raine <3