what once was is now no more
11-11-2013, 04:55 PM
Illja had been minding her own business when the fae had walked in. "Returning to face old demons?" Illja Sat up and sneered. "Ah, what little pretty wanders hither. What would one so young, so innocent, know of demons." She stood up and walked to the young wolf. Young, easy to corrupt. She inspected the woman, a rusty Brown, her face masked by a single Ivory tone. She reminded Her of Canttina a little, the ivory mask resembling the empress's skull mask. She walked behind the masked woman and leaned to her ear and said quietly "And does the russet dame have a name?" She slunk back round to her front and looked at her. Cocking her head to the side. She took a deep breath, golden optics scanning the fae for signs of discomfort, that's what she was aiming to achieve. Make her uncomfortable. Speech, |