[Citadel] Devil’s Trap

Exposed

It had become rather religious of the god's to aspersion the cacodemon with, well, children, yet magnitude seemed to brandish no comparison; lurid, stormy eyes glazed against the unclad, flaxen battlefield, revelling in its caterwauling disparities and carmine spillages.

No end, no hell, just a crater of nihility and demise. An ear would flick, military, lichen hackles marshalling like a sea of flames as her demeanour fouled heavy with competition, albeit the vetifer and patchouli aroma's. Lebraid would turn, crown somewhat crooked as it lumbered low in armament, giobules of saliva sagging from those stark-ivory cuspids -- cynical, chiasmic bellows wretched from the pits of her gut -- nonchalant also, to say the least. They were not a dire, but a paleo of sorts, doused in dramatised hues of ocean cadet, chathmas blue's, where elephant roan's melded in chorus to its moonless base, lightly blushed by a pale, mabel snow as glitsy, molten-gold orbs enlivened against it all. Atop, shards of quartz rooted themselves like a crown, and the wolf strummed a guttural scoff. Was it a show of regency? Bloodline? Or, mayhap a luckless parturition? Truthfully, she couldn't care less who or what they were, because even a prince wasn't impressive enough; grave, rotund snarls gouged like a nightmarish wyvern, malefic and bellicose as she set her defences.

"Maybe," She began, vocals droll and nebulously raw, "If that's what you want."

An enticement of sorts, Lebraid dared them to make the first move —— you see, intelligence didn't come from dottiness nor naivety, and an itch seared beneath the skin, avid and rapt, yet composed, for now. Who knows what will happen, right?

Exposed vs Citadel for Spar
Round 0/?
Age: 3
Size: Extra Large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Fighter and Intellectual

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