stars in the skin
She winked at the whistle of approval, before placing that back within her clutches too, having utilized it to whittle proportions down on the gator. “Thanks! Ludo made it,” and then she watched Colt try to measure similar forces once more. This arrow also sank into the tough exterior, and with it half-blinded and stumbling around the muck in agony and rage, it seemed to be a sitting duck – just…a formidable, enduring one.
Humming under her breath, she lashed out with another bout of cannon fire, ripping further into its midst as its outcry came spitting and sputtering outwards. Colt’s understanding of her uncle’s predicament made the demigod’s nose wrinkle, because while she hadn’t had the same experiences, she’d been there throughout each and every fuckin’ tumultuous end. “I think it just sucks all the way around,” she offered instead of the inquiry behind her teeth about Vesper (had they been involved?), letting it all go for the sake of keeping some stability in the madness of shooting allogators and griping about her family. That he shouldn’t have committed the semblances with Ru in the first place reared through her mind, but that didn’t matter either – it’d already been done and crumbled and withered and decayed.
Gossiping was more her style currently anyway, and her face scrunched up oddly at the notions of Sohalia and Zavien together, and the lengths in which shit had hit the fan. The bottom line of semblances though, with who said what, had her snorting and shaking her head. “I see – just wanted to be a snake in the grass for the sake of it. Even after offering her all kinds, and never forcing her to take it.” Rolling her eyes, she watched as the gator ran headlong into a tree, grumbling all the while. “It’s too bad you’ve lost out on them, but then again, doesn’t sound much of a loss to me.” If the Luminary was already lying, there would’ve been no way to trust her on any council.
Allogator: 667/1266
Humming under her breath, she lashed out with another bout of cannon fire, ripping further into its midst as its outcry came spitting and sputtering outwards. Colt’s understanding of her uncle’s predicament made the demigod’s nose wrinkle, because while she hadn’t had the same experiences, she’d been there throughout each and every fuckin’ tumultuous end. “I think it just sucks all the way around,” she offered instead of the inquiry behind her teeth about Vesper (had they been involved?), letting it all go for the sake of keeping some stability in the madness of shooting allogators and griping about her family. That he shouldn’t have committed the semblances with Ru in the first place reared through her mind, but that didn’t matter either – it’d already been done and crumbled and withered and decayed.
Gossiping was more her style currently anyway, and her face scrunched up oddly at the notions of Sohalia and Zavien together, and the lengths in which shit had hit the fan. The bottom line of semblances though, with who said what, had her snorting and shaking her head. “I see – just wanted to be a snake in the grass for the sake of it. Even after offering her all kinds, and never forcing her to take it.” Rolling her eyes, she watched as the gator ran headlong into a tree, grumbling all the while. “It’s too bad you’ve lost out on them, but then again, doesn’t sound much of a loss to me.” If the Luminary was already lying, there would’ve been no way to trust her on any council.
Allogator: 667/1266
Melita
and fire, iron, scales
