Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Unlike the telepaths of Caido, Thal can't tell who might be lingering around every corner. If she could, she never would have found herself suddenly staring down a despicably handsome familiar face.
She freezes in her tracks, her defenses clicking into place like battle armor, steel and shadows that glint in the blue of her eyes. It hides the festering pain deep down, the wounds she's chosen to ignore rather than treat. It's easier to slip back into the familiar halls of her fort, reinforced with miles of thick metal walls, fire pits that rage, and thorny vines made of daggers; a gauntlet for only the bravest of idiots.
Pride is the only thing that keeps her from turning on her heels, refusing to let Vesper be the reason she ends her hunt early.
Hidden partially in the shadows, Thal leans against a tree, although her stance is anything but casual, dark clothes looking eerily similar to the scales of her lyvern form and just as threatening. A viciously sharp grin twists her features, cruel and wicked as the purple waves that crash against her thoughts. "Maybe you should try climbing in. Save us all the trouble of pushing you."
She freezes in her tracks, her defenses clicking into place like battle armor, steel and shadows that glint in the blue of her eyes. It hides the festering pain deep down, the wounds she's chosen to ignore rather than treat. It's easier to slip back into the familiar halls of her fort, reinforced with miles of thick metal walls, fire pits that rage, and thorny vines made of daggers; a gauntlet for only the bravest of idiots.
Pride is the only thing that keeps her from turning on her heels, refusing to let Vesper be the reason she ends her hunt early.
Hidden partially in the shadows, Thal leans against a tree, although her stance is anything but casual, dark clothes looking eerily similar to the scales of her lyvern form and just as threatening. A viciously sharp grin twists her features, cruel and wicked as the purple waves that crash against her thoughts. "Maybe you should try climbing in. Save us all the trouble of pushing you."
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
