There was such commotion around the whole thing. The attention amused her, lips drifting between a small smile and an indifferent line as templars came back and forth. The sight of the body hadn’t perturbed her any, Nyllian had merely blinked, snorting a giggle as if it were a regular occurrence. In this place only Death offered peace of sorts to those weakest, and she was anything but weak. Living to spite the templar who bought and sold her given talents for his own pocket, suffering in this place until the time was right. It was unfortunate that it was not today.
Nyllian squinted under the harsh light, lips curling into a sneer with the intrusion of the brightness as her head tilted, shrinking from it. There was no fear though, only bitter annoyance. Despite the disorientation and momentary blindness, Nin’s head turned to the direction of the newcomer, offering a half shrug, [color=#b20080]“I was expecting another party, wondered if there would be wine this time or if I was expected to be on all fours again.” [/color]
She held a serious expression for all but thirty seconds before being overcome by almost manic snickering. After a short spell, she would sober, again shrugging at the curious sudden investigation.[color=#b20080] “This is Antiva, things have always worked differently here. The weak do not last here. And if you're down here, well then, best make friends with death.”[/color] Her hands came together, one shifting to walk the fingers along the top of the opposite hand. [color=#b20080]“He stalks these halls… step, by step.” [/color]
A squeak of a chuckle escaped her, [color=#b20080]“There’s little one can do, collared as I am.”[/color] Sinking back a little, she’d bare her neck to the unbroken seal of runes and wards carved into the ring of metal. [color=#b20080]“Weak as a lamb, me. Can’t even steal your life with a touch of my little pinkie.”[/color] She sighed, lips pouting fully as she feigned disappointment in her favourite quirk.
Nyllian squinted under the harsh light, lips curling into a sneer with the intrusion of the brightness as her head tilted, shrinking from it. There was no fear though, only bitter annoyance. Despite the disorientation and momentary blindness, Nin’s head turned to the direction of the newcomer, offering a half shrug, [color=#b20080]“I was expecting another party, wondered if there would be wine this time or if I was expected to be on all fours again.” [/color]
She held a serious expression for all but thirty seconds before being overcome by almost manic snickering. After a short spell, she would sober, again shrugging at the curious sudden investigation.[color=#b20080] “This is Antiva, things have always worked differently here. The weak do not last here. And if you're down here, well then, best make friends with death.”[/color] Her hands came together, one shifting to walk the fingers along the top of the opposite hand. [color=#b20080]“He stalks these halls… step, by step.” [/color]
A squeak of a chuckle escaped her, [color=#b20080]“There’s little one can do, collared as I am.”[/color] Sinking back a little, she’d bare her neck to the unbroken seal of runes and wards carved into the ring of metal. [color=#b20080]“Weak as a lamb, me. Can’t even steal your life with a touch of my little pinkie.”[/color] She sighed, lips pouting fully as she feigned disappointment in her favourite quirk.
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