ADVENTURER
No-one knows right from wrong, No-one knows black from white
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posted on Mar 12, 2019 12:17:21 GMT by celestine
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A black wyvern. Talk was that the Middle Floors of the Dungeon were swarming with nasties, nasties in which the gods had deemed were needed to be slaughtered by their respective familia. Yet it was the recounting of a black wyvern that had Celestine’s ears perking . Her heartbeat peaking. Her heels bouncing with a barely restrained eagerness. She didn’t really know what the key differences between a wyvern and a dragon were – maybe if she had been brought up among other manakete, taught their lore and their history, she might have known. But she wasn’t. And she didn’t. And decided that talk about the creature being impossibly strong was all that was important, all that mattered to her. Enough to have her commit herself and her blades to such a deadly challenge. Though, she supposed that she’d still tell Polemos in the aftermath that she’d fought for his glory. Maybe she’d bring him back a souvenir – some nasty’s head that he could mount all prettily somewhere. It was an hour or so after dawn, the sky a pale wispy blue of an early morning, and the leggy manakete stood at the first of many stairs leading to the Dungeon’s entrance. Her heavy raven locks fell unbound to her hips and swayed, to a passing breeze, and to the restless motion of her bouncing from one step to the next. Finger-less leather gloves stretched from her knuckles up to mid-forearm, and the beast-like claws of her fingers drummed without any discernible rhythm against the clouded-grey hind of her breeches. The sleeves of her plunging-collared shirt were an even paler shade of grey and ruffled, the material whispering along to her restlessness. Joined by a likewise quiet echo from an assortment of gemstones decorating her throat, her earlobes. The somewhat weighty twin scimitar secured to her left hipbone via a dark sash. ”Ugh!” The swell of her lips were pressed into an unimpressed pout as she arched her neck, her snake-like hues glancing up at the sky, to the pale sun. She was growing more and more impatient waiting on the three whom she was meant to descend into the Dungeon with. | [attr="class","iconb"] [attr="class","iconimage"] [attr="class","iconh"] No-one knows right from wrong No-one knows dark from light Add a layer more of paint Until the world's set right
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