THE ART OF PLEASURING IS THE ART OF DECEPTION
Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo
Event information (Due 16th)
'The dog' had requested that she go and check some of the weird circle things out, despite how she had acted in return the white haired female found herself quite looking forward to the odd little magical runes which had been apparently just appearing from no where. Well that and the council would want a report if it were an external threat to the Unit. The haunted village, honestly what was it with these humans and their 'haunted' 'cursed' and other similar horrific words attached to names. Surely they couldn't think that if you called it scary that made it scary, besides most of these places were about as scary as a white room. Pointless and boring, a grin flickered across her face as she pranced around the courtyard. Stones were upturned in the small area as grass burst through in between it, it was on the outskirts of the village where presumably another member had been told to meet her, the circle shone slightly with a grey misted light close by yet it stood out as the clouds had layered themselves across the late evening sky, blinking out every star which would be shining across the blanket sky.
Eyes flickered close, hiding her blue iriss from the world around her as her the heels of her school styled shoes spun her around. Gloved left hand held a simplistic mask, she wouldn't need it now, so perhaps it would be better to just tuck it into her blazer like normal. After all it wasn't like some citizen would be likely to see her, and if they did no one would think badly of a someone dressed as a schoolgirl lightly swirling throughout the courtyard in a rather odd dance. Who had it been, the man with the brown hair? Oh no, that one who acted tough, yes he had questioned her once. Stupid little livestock, asking why she wore a school uniform with such an odd style. Honestly they never had any idea about how nice it was to control. Not that she blamed the poor addled creatures however sometimes that which she found amusing bordered onto the line of annoyance.
Another figure slowly approached, her dance stopped slowly, halting over time Ambrosia's eyes snapped open to glance over the approaches. Yes, a Basilisk Fang tattoo sat imprinted on it's cheek. Hm, "Lets go." Rope like braids swung slightly in their loops as she stepped into the dusty earthen path which led towards the circle. Was she supposed to take images of the circle?
'The dog' had requested that she go and check some of the weird circle things out, despite how she had acted in return the white haired female found herself quite looking forward to the odd little magical runes which had been apparently just appearing from no where. Well that and the council would want a report if it were an external threat to the Unit. The haunted village, honestly what was it with these humans and their 'haunted' 'cursed' and other similar horrific words attached to names. Surely they couldn't think that if you called it scary that made it scary, besides most of these places were about as scary as a white room. Pointless and boring, a grin flickered across her face as she pranced around the courtyard. Stones were upturned in the small area as grass burst through in between it, it was on the outskirts of the village where presumably another member had been told to meet her, the circle shone slightly with a grey misted light close by yet it stood out as the clouds had layered themselves across the late evening sky, blinking out every star which would be shining across the blanket sky.
Eyes flickered close, hiding her blue iriss from the world around her as her the heels of her school styled shoes spun her around. Gloved left hand held a simplistic mask, she wouldn't need it now, so perhaps it would be better to just tuck it into her blazer like normal. After all it wasn't like some citizen would be likely to see her, and if they did no one would think badly of a someone dressed as a schoolgirl lightly swirling throughout the courtyard in a rather odd dance. Who had it been, the man with the brown hair? Oh no, that one who acted tough, yes he had questioned her once. Stupid little livestock, asking why she wore a school uniform with such an odd style. Honestly they never had any idea about how nice it was to control. Not that she blamed the poor addled creatures however sometimes that which she found amusing bordered onto the line of annoyance.
Another figure slowly approached, her dance stopped slowly, halting over time Ambrosia's eyes snapped open to glance over the approaches. Yes, a Basilisk Fang tattoo sat imprinted on it's cheek. Hm, "Lets go." Rope like braids swung slightly in their loops as she stepped into the dusty earthen path which led towards the circle. Was she supposed to take images of the circle?
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