empires fall when we move the unmovable, so tell me all of my secrets, tell me all of my lies,
It seems like a reflex now, the way she uses the re-resonance; grabbing on to the magical lifeline and throwing up her own wall of ice in front of her. She crouches down behind it, eyes scrunched tight against the hail of missiles. It seems to be enough to keep the icicles from hitting her though they do destroy the barrier in the process, ice shards littering the floor in what might otherwise be beautiful, shiny explosions.
Hissing and fangs bared, Wessex throws a biopulse towards Loren, fire all but forgotten as the animal in her breaches the surface of sanity and real, metal claws match human ones. Whatever her mission was before is replaced by the need to dominate, to take, and to win.
For now.
Hissing and fangs bared, Wessex throws a biopulse towards Loren, fire all but forgotten as the animal in her breaches the surface of sanity and real, metal claws match human ones. Whatever her mission was before is replaced by the need to dominate, to take, and to win.
For now.
WESSEX
