love, which pardons no beloved from loving
Dahlia Inanis
 the Reaper
Queen of Stormbreak
Age: 0 | Height: 5'8 | Race: f̴̢̠̅͆̄̍a̶̧͕͙̪͈̞̝̲̩̯̱͓̣̅́̎m̶̙̞̈́̍̓̏̓̿i̵͇͍̗̞͑͊̒̃̏̽̂͂͗̕͝͝l̵̢̛̤̞̜̭͈̻͕̳̱̞̭̼͗̎̆̎̀̌̓̑́̈́͝y̵̧͔̜̜͓̥̋̈́̐͛͋͂͠͠ | Citizenship: Stormbreak | Level: 1
STR: 10 - DEX: 10 - END: 10 - LUCK: 5 - ARC: - INT: 3 - HP: 10 - BASE ROLL: 15
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Dahlia's body may be diminished but her mind is not, and whilst she's utterly at the mercy of the bellycrawlers who had put her down, it doesn't stop the quiet, disdainful sneer she gives them at their generosity. To walk unbound, then, but flanked on all sides by the sort of power she had once wielded, even if its source is primitive and unclean compared to where she'd drawn her strength. 

Sweat trickles down the back of her neck and her dark hair remains loose, wild in its waves, tossed by the salt-sea breeze. Her feet are bare and blistered, her clothes loose and modest thanks to the needs of this new body and its difficulty coping with the high temperatures. She walks with her chin high but her eyes down, all the more so at the sight of the darkly-dressed man waiting for them on the shore.

Falling to a halt when prompted, the Reaper's hands - nails bitten to the quick, knuckles grazed and bloody from her flares of temper within the Jailhouse - clasp gently before her, and she drops her head further. "I am sorry," she says through a voice made rough from alternates of screaming and lack of use. The apology isn't intended for those gathered - never - but is directed for Dorian alone.
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