tidalwave
09-27-2013, 08:06 PM
The girl would loiter a good distance from her father, unwilling to put herself before his simmering fury, watching eagerly as the first sign of company would file from the desolate expanse. She was prepared as she always was, the pawn of her superiors, loyal only to her father and his Duchess. Hackles would raise as her stance would broaden, approaching up behind the reboring monster to ensure she had close enough proximities to defend him should he fall outnumbered; fellow Glaciems loomed behind, their armour and blades glistening with the valour of their sinister desires. The charcoal babe would shudder with near psychosis, and it wouldn?t take much to confirm she were the girl her father had been after. Yet they were all very much aware now, as it would seem, that this was no longer about obtaining a woman, but about mending his pride. Two men would approach only to disagree with her, the tension causing the twitching of marked lips as the banshee would half-heartedly flash her weapons. Could this be war? |
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