Deimos the Reaper master of nothing place, of recoil and grace If unicorns could wear smirks and snickers, she might’ve embodied it perfectly – instead, the assemblage of her features were rendered in smug, pompous outlooks, haughty, a little patronizing and condescending, as the stranger jumped. Her head tilted, a slashing emblem along the depths of her brow, pondering if she’d have to utilize it, have to maul, have to maim; a creature of the forest, noble and proud and sometimes not wholly dignified. The laughter caused her eyes to narrow, as if irritated there weren’t any further ministrations, a leap, a launch, into suspicions or dangerous declarations, if her powers of repose had shambled off somewhere as the Reaper’s, the Sword’s caustic, acrimonious sentiments curled into hers. Zuriel snorted again, less derisive this time, not sinking into the grin, and meandered along and around the corner, a slow shuffle of her hooves towards the man this stranger intended to see. Why? was a strung-along inquiry, and out of rooted curiosity, she followed, the woman’s form racing to the backyard, along the tell-tale signs of weaponry smashing into effigies and a figure upholding icy precision, frigid prowess. |
our terrible story of survival
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the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 74 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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