the chapel of bones was left untouched, morning sunlight shifting through the colors of stained glass. red and black reflections colored the earth. but the prophet of the plaguebringer hadn't entered the building, her eyes wandering into the scarred wasteland, hungry for something. not food, there was plenty of that lying around the clan. adventure, a hunger for a game. the prophet seeked a trick, a toss. sometimes she wondered if the chasms hungered to swallow her whole, and so she took to the skies, a massive figure of midnight hues lifted into the sun. higher and higher she flew, for she reveled in that sky, laughed as the wind whipped her feathers and tore her breath from her jaws. she let out a cry of glee as she swooped down, landing in a graceful dip that slowly turned into a stumble. and then those wonderful bright pink eyes that signaled her arcane roots dilated with fear, for there was another figure of the plain.
but fear was no way to live, it was not her god and it did not claim her like it used to. fear was her servant, and she wanted to laugh in its face. she was a magician, a bender of the light and a weaver of illusions.
/ am i not a being of power? /
the chapel of bones was left untouched, morning sunlight shifting through the colors of stained glass. red and black reflections colored the earth. but the prophet of the plaguebringer hadn't entered the building, her eyes wandering into the scarred wasteland, hungry for something. not food, there was plenty of that lying around the clan. adventure, a hunger for a game. the prophet seeked a trick, a toss. sometimes she wondered if the chasms hungered to swallow her whole, and so she took to the skies, a massive figure of midnight hues lifted into the sun. higher and higher she flew, for she reveled in that sky, laughed as the wind whipped her feathers and tore her breath from her jaws. she let out a cry of glee as she swooped down, landing in a graceful dip that slowly turned into a stumble. and then those wonderful bright pink eyes that signaled her arcane roots dilated with fear, for there was another figure of the plain.
but fear was no way to live, it was not her god and it did not claim her like it used to. fear was her servant, and she wanted to laugh in its face. she was a magician, a bender of the light and a weaver of illusions.
/ am i not a being of power? /
in the desolation of the scarred wastelands, where the earth bears the scars of ancient battles and the sky weeps with the ashes of forgotten empires, there strides a vision both majestic and formidable — a phoenix reborn amidst the ashes, a symphony of fire and kindling. aerin, as this figure of flame is known, was born from the crucible of chaos, and her intent is clear as she strides forward. the assassin of anarchy, as she has come to be known, is cloaked in a myriad of golden intricacies. she is constantly shifting, each sinuous motion speaking of untamed fury and unyielding strength, a testament to the resilience of her kind amidst the ravages of time.
as such, she greets the visage of an approaching dragon with nothing more than a smirk. ‘ ‘ why, hello there, ’ ’ she murmured, a glint of fangs visible as her lips peeled backwards in a snarl.
[ sorry for crusty musty writing ksahdfjaehsfs ]
in the desolation of the scarred wastelands, where the earth bears the scars of ancient battles and the sky weeps with the ashes of forgotten empires, there strides a vision both majestic and formidable — a phoenix reborn amidst the ashes, a symphony of fire and kindling. aerin, as this figure of flame is known, was born from the crucible of chaos, and her intent is clear as she strides forward. the assassin of anarchy, as she has come to be known, is cloaked in a myriad of golden intricacies. she is constantly shifting, each sinuous motion speaking of untamed fury and unyielding strength, a testament to the resilience of her kind amidst the ravages of time.
as such, she greets the visage of an approaching dragon with nothing more than a smirk. ‘ ‘ why, hello there, ’ ’ she murmured, a glint of fangs visible as her lips peeled backwards in a snarl.
[ sorry for crusty musty writing ksahdfjaehsfs ]
the weaver of shadow met the being of fire, two elemental powers clashing in a burst of smoke. a being of danger stood in front of the prophet, a figure that would surely burn her into ashes, leaving her to be only one of the many remains that littered these plains. how she longed for the lands of the arcane flight at this moment, the familiar figures of her forgotten family. but there was a soul waiting for her, a soul she could not bear to disappoint. she spread her wings to appear larger, and larger she was, at least more than aerin, and tried to summon that easy snark and calm that her opponent radiated.
'' oh , good morning ! where do you stray from , maiden of jewels and fire ? "
the weaver of shadow met the being of fire, two elemental powers clashing in a burst of smoke. a being of danger stood in front of the prophet, a figure that would surely burn her into ashes, leaving her to be only one of the many remains that littered these plains. how she longed for the lands of the arcane flight at this moment, the familiar figures of her forgotten family. but there was a soul waiting for her, a soul she could not bear to disappoint. she spread her wings to appear larger, and larger she was, at least more than aerin, and tried to summon that easy snark and calm that her opponent radiated.
'' oh , good morning ! where do you stray from , maiden of jewels and fire ? "
'' ah, if only i knew. perhaps then i would not stray so often, hm ?? "
a laugh warbled from her jewel-encrusted snout, and she begins circling the auraboa with a malicious gleam alighting her gaze. the prophet of the plaguebringer had yet to intrigue this serpentine seductress, and the blade of the pheonix was beginning to tire of the chase.
( CAN I BRING AEDLIN IN PLEASE THEYD BE AURA BUDDIES )
'' ah, if only i knew. perhaps then i would not stray so often, hm ?? "
a laugh warbled from her jewel-encrusted snout, and she begins circling the auraboa with a malicious gleam alighting her gaze. the prophet of the plaguebringer had yet to intrigue this serpentine seductress, and the blade of the pheonix was beginning to tire of the chase.
( CAN I BRING AEDLIN IN PLEASE THEYD BE AURA BUDDIES )
