The Skies Shall Weep
03-03-2019, 10:38 PM
A sound escaped the spider-witch almost like a subtle hiss, as their little interaction was interrupted by the sounds of a woman. Orange tendrils plain obsidian coloration – A woman? Through these Woods, such a thing was common and yet she never seen such pigmentation before, and here she was, standing in front of her, several tail away, seeking for a duelist.. She scanned the woman upside down, visibly irritated by how her presence disturbs her cerulean lenses, she was so...bright. She belonged in the light while the black widow was destined to remain crawling within the shadows. Ma'am, She began, voice ringing of slight desperation by being so close to so many energies at once. …being alone on this battlefield seems very unlikely to me without a motive, don’t you think…? the question inquired by her with such a sweet, suave tonality, yet the hissing was ever present as a birth defect. Perhaps we share the same motive. mused out, tilting head to the side, grin fading slowly against ebon, sharp features. Cautious, on guard, regardless of her presence there which only intensified her doubt -- These parts, so dark, covered in obsolete frost, a desolated scenery seemingly perpetually locked through time – It was always strange, how these Fields apparently held still while at the same time having more life in them than that of a newborn barely grazing its surface; Such a place was not for traveling, that was certain. Her muscles tensed as cerulean orbs narrowed, each of her limbs were spread equally upon the terrian, expecting. Your move, I insist.
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