GLACIEM & AMENTI
10-10-2013, 02:50 AM
The marked peculiarity would guide chiselled chassis to the containment of her father?s presence, dipping her head kindly to her superiors as she come to stand near the side of an unfamiliar ashen banshee. Wary of her presence, though perhaps simultaneously admiring. The woman seemed to be a portrayal of war, a healthy looking specimen whose presence coiled quite fittingly with Sendoa and Argent?s powerful regality. Oddity was nearby, as was Keita; who still bore the unsullied wounds of her betrayal, a punishment that would never be forgotten as the dreaded scars healed across her marred cheeks. She had deserved the violence that had come to her, as much as the Valhallan?s, and her ?brother? would deserve what was coming to them. She felt ashamed to know Taurig had retreated from his father?s rule, she had so greatly looked up to the striking man, until it so seemed he had made an incurable mistake. Satis would ensure she was never on the firing end of her father?s jaws; rumour had it Taurig?s face would never be quite the same. She stood patiently, skull lowered into a respectful bow as she awaited orders, ready. |