TEN FEET /T A L L/

The mangroves were somewhat luminescent, and it was utterly astounding. It was purely magic. It had to be. The peridot gems of the slate tempest gazed about the lands that were before her. This land was purely paradise, the occasional alligator and all. The vines seemed to pull back like curtains to reveal the celestial ruler, the Sol of the revived Ludicael. She was as powerful as she was that day, her scars obviously healed well, even if it had been but a few days. The woman's dial held amethysts, one brow quirked in interest, while she rumbled, confirming what she saw. The slate tempest took a step back, lowering herself in a respectful bow, before inky lips parted to allow a simple phrase to slip through. "In the flesh." A smirk curled her features, sly as a fox, but it disppeared quicker than a blink. "I wouldn't say fond. I had met him before" Her banner began to slash through the air, more so out of playfulness or aggression. "Just figured I'd sit myself with someone familiar during the pathetic display of weakness by your foes." In honesty, she really had expected a battle, not a pitiful cesspool of saints.

She threw her head back a little, making sure she wasn't over the border quite yet, peridots looking at the wary queen. There was a strange scent on her, perhaps her little friend, that devil-esque creature that followed her around. Then there it was. Quite comtemplatively, she gazed at it for a moment, sizing him up it seemed. He looked like quite the little fighter. Then her visage settled in the direction of the phoenix, inky lips parted gently. "I'd like to join your pack. If you'd like me to prove that I am worthy, allow me." Politeness lined her lyrics in an edge, but they were as normally spoken as always, harsh and clear, rather than dipped in honey and venom like some wolves of this land. In wait, she would let herself recline, seating herself on the floor.


"Speech"
'thoughts'