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
"Ronin," her lips shape the name, attempting to commit it to memory alongside his face. Sugar at least is a far easier name, mahogany eyes flitting to the dragon and marveling at her svelte frame. "We are Anju and Riya," she responds, gesturing first to herself then her soul-sister, who displays her contrasting hugeness in the way she lands with a heavy noise of scales on stone and preens up at Sugar in complete disregard for their human counterparts. Anju shakes Ronin's hand firmly, sword-calloused hand quick and fleeting as it returns to her side.
"What would you prefer? Swords, fists? Combined aerials with our dragons?" Concise and to the point as always, though Anju often comes off more awkward and socially stunted than rude in her forthrightness.
wicked and hellbent
a damned soul just pretending
a damned soul just pretending