shed every skin that doesn't fit even if they call you cold-blooded
unhinge your jaw —
She follows them, a swift bird on pale wings, coated in black tarry ink and a small amount of blood – hiding beneath the boughs of trees. She saw the blood red roses from a distance, saw Deimos, Amalia, and Remi approach with them. And yet, the Harpy feels nothing but the never ended vibrance of rage brimming beneath the surface of her skins. Her beak clenches, scarlet eyes narrow as she hides within the treetops.Destroy. Destroy. Destroy.
It’s all she can think, but she waits her time. She cannot take it alone, she cannot fight it by herself. She has not won the war with her body, but her mind works the same. Calculating, cool, schematic. And she waits, ivory, ebony, scarlet feathers hidden beneath the dark remaining foliage and snow. And she waits.
— go for the throat
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3