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if you think i'm pretty, you should see me in a crown
The air was like a palpable weight, an ominous thing that she swore was the breath of the spire itself. The assassin said nothing further, merely stepping forward and starting up the stairs. Her senses shifted, ears tapering to a point with that sense, eyes flaring gold with her sight, nose feathering gently as she inhaled the staleness of this ancient place. An uncomfortable feeling was creeping its way up her spine, and she kept quiet, listening to the sounds of her and her companions' feet on black stone. The quiet vanished almost all at once. Ashe halted, ears straining - the walls growled - the very stone beneath them protested at them - she heard something from above - "Back!" she snapped, and not a second too soon. Ashe flattened herself against the walls that made her skin crawl, and her heart galloped in her chest as the obsidian blades shattered onto stone, missing every one of them. She exhaled, glancing at the others. Whether it was her warning that did it or their own instincts, all that mattered was that they were unscathed. "Growling walls that drop knives," she huffed, stepped off of the uncomfortable wall to move up another stair. "That's new." Golden eyes looked to Aedion, Samuel, and Zariah, painfully aware of her disadvantage here: she did not know them, (barring her knowing of Zariah), and she did not trust them. All she could rely on was that they wanted out too. The wolf girl tossed a crooked smirk and turned to continue upwards. "Stay sharp," she said wryly, trying to smother her rising unease. She had a feeling that was hardly the worst this spire had to offer. your silence is my favorite sound watch me make 'em bow one by one by one
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