KIADA
your battleworn tongue doesn't say the truth;
that you are ruined
Gods, it feels like an eternity before the door begins to shift and move. The sound is piercing at first, the cry of stone on stone, and torches align the top of the coliseum. And she takes a split second as she enters the room to glance up – to look to the torches and the spectators, to the high walled stone walls, before her iceberg gaze lands on the opposite door that opens. He isn’t someone she recognizes, and deep down she’s pleased by that. Less apologies after, that way.
She makes a mental note to ensure her knives are secured as she grabs one and palms it, eyes focusing on Lucas and awaiting to see what kind of tricks he has up his sleeves. As for her? The vulture form remains hidden for now in favor of old fashioned brawling and blades. She wouldn’t have the scars on her arms or her back without them – though the scar on her neck is an entirely different story. She steps further in, closing a bit of a gap between them before taking up a defensive stance, a predatory look about her eyes as she watches him to see what he does.
She makes a mental note to ensure her knives are secured as she grabs one and palms it, eyes focusing on Lucas and awaiting to see what kind of tricks he has up his sleeves. As for her? The vulture form remains hidden for now in favor of old fashioned brawling and blades. She wouldn’t have the scars on her arms or her back without them – though the scar on her neck is an entirely different story. She steps further in, closing a bit of a gap between them before taking up a defensive stance, a predatory look about her eyes as she watches him to see what he does.
and you wonder why he lets you,
the butcher
touch him
the sun
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
