KIADA
Trembling hands and a fox ring set on her ring finger, wrapped up in blankets with a roaring fire beside her. She must look as pitiful as she feels, and she feels a slow burning rage forming in her gut. She doesn’t want to be seen this way, brought down to the ash of her destruction. She wants to be what she’s always been – fierce, ferocity, flame, fangs and talons. Instead of this shell she is now, with black ringing the edges of her vision, closing in closer and closer the nearer they draw to Deepfrost.
She addresses the question to him, head tilting and listening while she swallows the venom on the tip of her tongue, in the pit of her heart, shaking it away because she knows its wrong, but she knows nothing else now. She nods, however, in response to his reluctancy. Why it had moved through her so quickly is a thought that disappears from her mind, from her core as she listens when he speaks of Ludo.
But then he compliments her Ludo, and somehow despite the anger and venom she feels, she finds a small smile creep the corner of her lips. “No, never before the show.” She admits, settling back in the blankets to cover her scars as she thinks on it. “Amalia tells me stories of them a lot, and so I used that for my inspiration.” She pauses before a thought hits her and she stills the fidgeting of the ring, eyes lifting to look further upon Jigano’s face.
“But I went to their shrine, a few days ago. And they came to me.” She says almost hushed, as though it’s a secret. She wears her blanket the way Ludo felt, situated along her shoulders in mischief and comfort, finding solace in such things.
She addresses the question to him, head tilting and listening while she swallows the venom on the tip of her tongue, in the pit of her heart, shaking it away because she knows its wrong, but she knows nothing else now. She nods, however, in response to his reluctancy. Why it had moved through her so quickly is a thought that disappears from her mind, from her core as she listens when he speaks of Ludo.
But then he compliments her Ludo, and somehow despite the anger and venom she feels, she finds a small smile creep the corner of her lips. “No, never before the show.” She admits, settling back in the blankets to cover her scars as she thinks on it. “Amalia tells me stories of them a lot, and so I used that for my inspiration.” She pauses before a thought hits her and she stills the fidgeting of the ring, eyes lifting to look further upon Jigano’s face.
“But I went to their shrine, a few days ago. And they came to me.” She says almost hushed, as though it’s a secret. She wears her blanket the way Ludo felt, situated along her shoulders in mischief and comfort, finding solace in such things.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
