Anju
here I am again, bad news from a bad friend
they call me an omen - only here to torment
they call me an omen - only here to torment
As is her nature, Anju is not the one to initiate pleasantries even when she spies another figure in the otherwise empty grounds. Even if she were the type to go the extra mile, she never anticipates anyone particularly wanting to speak with someone as stoic and blunt as herself. It's her luck, then, that Abraham is the one here. A kindred spirit of sorts, all the way down to their dark points and ivory dragons. If it weren't for Riya being the equivalent of an overgrown puppy of course - case in point, the dragoness goes winging towards Gwyn with eager smoke curling in her nostrils, trilling an overly eager greeting that her sister does not mimic. Not that she ignores the man - she considers him as close to a friend as either of them is inclined to have.
"Abraham," she greets in return, hand fiddling with one of her throwing knives. Opening her palm to display it in a flash of gleaming steel, she flips it and catches it by the hilt; habitual, no real intent to show off. "Throwing today. You?" Respectfully intrigued as she always is by his training schedule and methods. Always willing to take pointers and inspiration from her fellows. Anju cares little for pride if it means becoming stronger.
"Abraham," she greets in return, hand fiddling with one of her throwing knives. Opening her palm to display it in a flash of gleaming steel, she flips it and catches it by the hilt; habitual, no real intent to show off. "Throwing today. You?" Respectfully intrigued as she always is by his training schedule and methods. Always willing to take pointers and inspiration from her fellows. Anju cares little for pride if it means becoming stronger.
wicked and hellbent
a damned soul just pretending
a damned soul just pretending
