She waits and watches with equal reverance as he withdraws the velvet pouch; a supplicant awaiting instruction from a priest, and as the void crystals appear, seeming to steal away the light from this already bleak land, her smile grows more predatory. "They have left it unprotected," she says of the region, gesturing to the distant - so distant but oh so close - slope and shape of the Citadel across the snowscape. "I almost feel as though they have been waiting for us." Inviting us.
Cerulean eyes flash down to the void crystal that Dorian presses into the ice, expression growing wild with feverish delight to see the fingers of darkness creeping and fracturing outwards. "So quickly it grows," she whispers. "I am forever amazed by our work." Reaching out to accept her own crystal, her cold fingers curl about his own for perhaps a second or two, before Dahlia, too, is dropping gracefully towards the ice.
With her hands suddenly tipped with wicked claws, it's a brutal and chaotic movement to say the least, as the Reaper plunges her talons down into the frozen land, mere inches from Dorian's own crystal. Releasing her gift to Halo deep beneath the earth, already the ice blackens and crackles further; a deep wound spiralling out and intercepting the veins of darkness already racing through the region, orbiting them.
Wrenching her hand free and straightening, Dahlia releases a sigh that dares to seem peaceful. "And the last?"
Cerulean eyes flash down to the void crystal that Dorian presses into the ice, expression growing wild with feverish delight to see the fingers of darkness creeping and fracturing outwards. "So quickly it grows," she whispers. "I am forever amazed by our work." Reaching out to accept her own crystal, her cold fingers curl about his own for perhaps a second or two, before Dahlia, too, is dropping gracefully towards the ice.
With her hands suddenly tipped with wicked claws, it's a brutal and chaotic movement to say the least, as the Reaper plunges her talons down into the frozen land, mere inches from Dorian's own crystal. Releasing her gift to Halo deep beneath the earth, already the ice blackens and crackles further; a deep wound spiralling out and intercepting the veins of darkness already racing through the region, orbiting them.
Wrenching her hand free and straightening, Dahlia releases a sigh that dares to seem peaceful. "And the last?"
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
