[M] Count Your Blessings [Dell]
07-26-2017, 04:45 PM
A peacock. That is what the stranger reminds Quill of as she cocks her brow in turn and struts about. Gaze removes itself from hers as the woman pulls away towards the crater once more. Limbs itch to leap forward and send her hurtling over the edge. To satisfy the bloodlust that she has kept at bay for a while now. She orders her form to stay though and it thankfully obeys.
Hirondelle. A name to the face and she stashes the two away for a later time, if they were to ever meet again after this encounter. She notices the odd accent and how it sounds uncomfortable upon the girls lips. This strikes her as odd as your name is usually the first thing you learn as a child, the thing that follows you throughout your life. They she in turn asks for the demoness’ name. She prowls forward, bringing herself alongside Dell and leaning out dangerously over the edge. Visuals cast downwards to the earth below, not even bothering to gauge the distance as she could tell it was far enough to crush any soul that were to fall. ”Quill.” It sounds foreign among her own lips, having not shared her calling for some time. She had been named by her father after the quills on a porcupine. As a pup Quill had been quick to anger and would jump to defense at the drop of a hat. Much like the creature when it felt threatened.
Hirondelle. A name to the face and she stashes the two away for a later time, if they were to ever meet again after this encounter. She notices the odd accent and how it sounds uncomfortable upon the girls lips. This strikes her as odd as your name is usually the first thing you learn as a child, the thing that follows you throughout your life. They she in turn asks for the demoness’ name. She prowls forward, bringing herself alongside Dell and leaning out dangerously over the edge. Visuals cast downwards to the earth below, not even bothering to gauge the distance as she could tell it was far enough to crush any soul that were to fall. ”Quill.” It sounds foreign among her own lips, having not shared her calling for some time. She had been named by her father after the quills on a porcupine. As a pup Quill had been quick to anger and would jump to defense at the drop of a hat. Much like the creature when it felt threatened.