TIME FOR DESTRUCTION
02-01-2014, 11:53 PM
The oddity should have known better than to stroll towards the summon of a Glaciem with loose expectations, perhaps not expecting to sight the drama that had already befallen the building group. The now-Tortugan would pause an almost wary distance from the onlookers, a near-void expression light upon alluring features as she would assess the desperation of the situation. For now, it was nothing of threat, her father (as usual) had taken to a brawl with a woman, but with any luck the domineering desires would not catch on to the rest of the group. Violence had a knack for being contagious. She would sand, squared just beyond the borders of the challenge, close enough to aid and yet not close enough to suggest hazard to the currently half-calm Valhallans. |