It's Time To Begin
06-28-2014, 10:39 PM
set after arc challenge, keeping results vague.
The banshee wails and the paladin is quick to identify him, a smirk immediately warping the porcelain folds of her marred countenance as recognition strikes--the red titan finally calls for his crown after withering away in his realm of shadows. No--she no longer affiliates herself with Glaciem or its ice king, though she is intrigued by the prospective shift in leadership and glides towards the province of death and despair with evident languidity, movements slowed thanks to the fresh wounds that lace her battered flesh. She has familiarized herself with this arena--she has shed the blood of her adversaries upon its very grasses and has relished in the heat of battle; what others may have seen as repulsive, she saw as comfortable and welcoming. The paladin was no stranger to the macabre game that mercenaries played, and so, as she breaches the infamous battlefield, a grin is left to taint her velveteen lips as her pupils devour the behemoth form of Syrinx. Mismatched amethyst and silver gaze attempts to briefly interlock with his own cyan--a silent testimony of her support for his impending endeavor, before she notices Roman and saunters adjacent to her. ?Roman,? she greets the intricately-marked Armada sovereign with neutral tones, reclining upon her haunches as she waits for the battle to commence.
Ah; though what she views is entirely unsuspecting, and a brief frown is left to chisel her visage as her pupils fall upon the unfamiliar form of a youthful female. Ravenous jaws part in question to Roman, though before she can emit the inquiry of Isardis? whereabouts, she locates him--though he is merely a spectator, just like she. Brows furrow minutely upon her forehead as she scrutinizes him, curiosity and confusion settling into the pits of her stomach as she attempts to decipher why he is not rising to meet the challenge the red titan poses; and then she figures it out--he is retired and has left his own kin to defend his nation?s honor. A contemplative frown is stagnant upon her countenance as her attention diverts back to the main event, curious to see how the fight will unfold now that Glaciem is under the leadership of a fledgling queen.
Ah; though what she views is entirely unsuspecting, and a brief frown is left to chisel her visage as her pupils fall upon the unfamiliar form of a youthful female. Ravenous jaws part in question to Roman, though before she can emit the inquiry of Isardis? whereabouts, she locates him--though he is merely a spectator, just like she. Brows furrow minutely upon her forehead as she scrutinizes him, curiosity and confusion settling into the pits of her stomach as she attempts to decipher why he is not rising to meet the challenge the red titan poses; and then she figures it out--he is retired and has left his own kin to defend his nation?s honor. A contemplative frown is stagnant upon her countenance as her attention diverts back to the main event, curious to see how the fight will unfold now that Glaciem is under the leadership of a fledgling queen.