Sinistra in the spotlight

[Sinistra /darkness claims me/]

Moonstone-rimmed flints cease movement and occuli close, a great sigh heaved forth from 'er bod. Alas, she was alone, as destiny often left her such. Delicate pointed harks flicker at the thrum of another's beats, ferum-tinted bodice shifting 'pon obsidian-dusted pistons.

[Sinistra /darkness claims me/]

Harks settle, she had ben mistaken. There was no other in these lands. The angry wind ran its cruel fingers through 'er ferrous drapery, and she had to turn 'er face away from the biting cold.



She sighed again, knowing that if one appeared they would either not be worthy of 'er attention or not be interested. Such a cruel cold world, but still a tiny spark of hope remained alight within.

[Forte]

The large stag trotted upwind of her. He did not know she was there from where she was. He had come aon the land in search of... Well, he wasn't quite sure. Heavy ebon flints scarred the earth as the biting wind scathed his pelt, chilling him to the bone. Movement was cease as fore pillars were thrusted foward, slashing at the cloud-covered blue. A burning flame from Hell itself tinged his green orbs. He thrusted his crania into the wind, a sharp bellow escaping his deep chest. Forte was apon the lands.

[Sinistra /darkness claims me/]

Harks alighted at 'is presence, she turned to face 'im. Releasing a haunting melody of 'er own, she rose 'pon hind pillars, tossing 'er chiseled dial to the heavens. The blanket of 'er tresses was lifted from 'er nape and sent airborne, the wind quickly snatching any stray tendrils from 'er tapered visage.

[Sinistra /darkness claims me/]

She stomped a hard foredagger in annoyance, arrogant dial averted with a harsh snort. So there stags would fall for the easy prey. Very well then. She cast 'er bitter yet wistful gaze to the horizon, not daring to look at the dark brute who had so recently entered.