Aithne
The ties were black, the lies were white
A man steps out of the gate.
Aithne gives a startled yelp, which she quickly turns into a snarl, as though wishing to seem more ferocious than she actually is. Her hackles are raised, the light of the lava flowing beneath her skin shining through more than usual - but then she really looks at the man, and she relaxes. Olive-skinned and dark-haired, deep obsidian horns crown his head, marking him as a fellow Ancient.
The girl pauses at his pleasant hello there, then shifts - and in moments, she stands before him in her Ancient form, brushing a bit of dust off a shoulder as she offers a dazzling smile. "Sorry about that," she says cheerfully, as though she hadn't just growled at the well-dressed stranger. "I wasn't expecting someone to pop out. Where does this go, anyway?"
Aithne gives a startled yelp, which she quickly turns into a snarl, as though wishing to seem more ferocious than she actually is. Her hackles are raised, the light of the lava flowing beneath her skin shining through more than usual - but then she really looks at the man, and she relaxes. Olive-skinned and dark-haired, deep obsidian horns crown his head, marking him as a fellow Ancient.
The girl pauses at his pleasant hello there, then shifts - and in moments, she stands before him in her Ancient form, brushing a bit of dust off a shoulder as she offers a dazzling smile. "Sorry about that," she says cheerfully, as though she hadn't just growled at the well-dressed stranger. "I wasn't expecting someone to pop out. Where does this go, anyway?"
In shades of gray in candlelight
