the devil sent me ✵ joining
04-21-2018, 09:54 PM
*:･ﾟ✦ The silence between predators was dawning as Raquel sat and waited for a response, from anyone at this point, not quite picky on who answered. Either the Dragonic Gods that she and her family worshiped, or the bird that decided to evade the scene. Most of these creatures were peculiar, albeit so was she - being no different from the rest of them although she possessed no deformities. Heterchromia irises pecked at the foundation of the man before her. Raquel suddenly blinks, expression detached as she listens vaguely to the man with an aesthetic that was foreign to the likes of the Latina. For a moment the fiery damsel would decipher among the options that she had, turn tail and run in the opposite direction or step forward and see if his bark is of an equal match to his bite? She was no coward, although she was in no mood to brawl. Ever so tempting in the cards she was dealt, quietly thinking to herself, until she was interluded the males vocals once again. Raquel turns to face the unnamed man, raking her gaze across his form once and than twice. The beauty nods, although she was confused by their ways of endorsement. She was used to Empire laws, which were long and irritably accurate. Raquel would have to get used to their slang, their customs and how they operate - because surely, they were going to be different than the Empire in El Salvador that she was raised in. Fel'Nova was a cretin of many masks, given its hierarchy, her family ruled as the most powerful. Her father being the largest of their kind and the most frightening. Raquel was next in line for the throne, until of course, she decided to strip herself from their birth home to venture across the lands. So far, she was not satisfied, especially with the male in front of her. To claim a new god would be to disown her family and everything they held dear, they too believed in Gods - and not just one. No, numerous Gods and Goddesses, so to back down on everything she knew and grew accustomed too would be like throwing her entire life away. She couldn't, no, wouldn't do it. Whoever this Fallen God was, neither he nor any other God could measure up to her own. However, if she wanted a place to find salvation instead of living a life as a loner in this foreign lands, than she suppose she had to comply. Although, of course, she would never forfeit her beliefs and customs for another. Never. "Hotel? I know nothing of hotels. Deliciae, devotion is not something I hand off. Respect is not given, it is earned. As is devotion. To this Fallen God, I'll need to know more about him. I have beliefs and customs of my own, my previous home strongly worshiped the Dragon Gods. Now, I will not place my beliefs onto a God I know nothing of, if you cannot respect that than there's no place for me here. However, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't the least bit curious about this God of yours." Raquel takes a beat, settling back on her haunches as she tucks elongated tail around her large person, stature and posture straight and formal - Queenly in a sense. She grew up in a structured and royal home, mother never accepted anything less than perfection. "I'll disregard your that empty threat of yours. But as I am not one to pry, nor beg or plead. Perhaps I'll be on my way." Raquel's accent blurs through her words as her English was being tested as this point. No emotion is scattered upon her face, she is blank and unreadable at this point. She was hard to read, that's a known fact and she'd like to keep it that way. The obsidian doused babe pulls herself to her feet, beginning to gyrate around to leave. Whether or not the man stopped her, was entirely up to him, she cared not on the other hand.
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