dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
“I’m here,” Wessex says simply, stepping through the portal as if she were stepping through any other threshold. A little dirty, perhaps, from her time in the crack, but composed and dare she say, radiating. One newly minted demi-god, coming right up!
“Had to take care of some things on our side, sorry for the delay.” Clothed in naught but her usual leather armor - wrist guards, bow, boots, and all the usual accoutrements, the pixie-cut blonde warrior strolls from the entrance of the portal to the group with an amiable expression on her face, skin bare to the elements - quite obviously taking no heed of them. Her gaze travels quickly to the cave system and the guards, but make no move to threaten or weave any sort of magic. Her usual cloak had been left back at Theskyra House, otherwise she might have offered it to either Adam or Loren. Taking a good look at the stranger, she extends her hand.
“Wessex Theskyra, Queen of the Hollowed Grounds” The Wraith, Demi-God, public enemy number one, head vamp - pick a title, she’ll probably answer to it. “Neron Launceleyn, you said?” she offers a questioning look to Loren. “Another one? Is there any place your family isn’t?” It’s said in jest, but there is more than a grain of truth to her question. Rabbits, the lot of them.
“Had to take care of some things on our side, sorry for the delay.” Clothed in naught but her usual leather armor - wrist guards, bow, boots, and all the usual accoutrements, the pixie-cut blonde warrior strolls from the entrance of the portal to the group with an amiable expression on her face, skin bare to the elements - quite obviously taking no heed of them. Her gaze travels quickly to the cave system and the guards, but make no move to threaten or weave any sort of magic. Her usual cloak had been left back at Theskyra House, otherwise she might have offered it to either Adam or Loren. Taking a good look at the stranger, she extends her hand.
“Wessex Theskyra, Queen of the Hollowed Grounds” The Wraith, Demi-God, public enemy number one, head vamp - pick a title, she’ll probably answer to it. “Neron Launceleyn, you said?” she offers a questioning look to Loren. “Another one? Is there any place your family isn’t?” It’s said in jest, but there is more than a grain of truth to her question. Rabbits, the lot of them.
