Tag, You're It.
02-06-2014, 07:51 PM
With mild curiosity the earthen woman would weave her brawly chassis towards the beckoning of war, features eerily void as firestone gaze would find itself half-heartedly resting upon the pale form of her elder brother. Baldur, perhaps one of the only within her family who were far easier to get along with; likely due to the dwindling sense of sanity only he seemed to so clutch. It seemed he would square himself, preparing to battle a pallid man, patent by the foul presence of blood-like markings. She would come to stand a comfortable distance from the duo, prepared to aid her brother if ever it was needed. Even if he insisted it was friendly, Eyfura was always talented at ruining youthful fun with her over-serious state of mind. Quiet plainly, she believed herself a guardian of the health of her family, and no stranger would spoil her purposes. ?Good luck brother,? and she would settle herself to watch. |