dayofazure:
Pray tell, how did she end up in this situation again? It was like they went from point A to point C, completely skipping over point B in the waymarkers position. Shutting her eyes, the Xaela allowed the harsh winds of Coerthas to hit her cheeks as a white breath was released from her deep sigh.
Ah, that’s right, they were discussing who was the better Wyrm in the pub and next thing the Dragoon knew, she was dragged out to the harsh cold.
“…”
Well, it was a free fight. To see which will prevail. The trance or the blood? Her hand reaches behind her, grabbing onto the spear that she honed her skill with. A quick spin, the end of the spear was placed firmly against the snow. “Of course not, not when you provoke me like that.” Snark as the Dragoon’s free hand motion Lycelle to make the first move. “I rather not stay out here in the cold so let’s make it quick.”
In the end, do the reasons matter? Seiza could have refused and let her be, but both of their decisions have led to this. For what else, if not for the thrill? If not for the time between the seconds -
Ahem. A poor choice of words. Lycelle would rather not spoil her mood with thoughts of him. She turned to her sparring partner, an eyebrow raised. “Well, I hope you don’t regret that later.” She declares - and then, reaching within, she pulls.
No matter how many she performs it, the trance still feels like utter exhilaration. To bathe within the essence of the dreadwyrm is to turn all her thoughts and emotions towards him - to that feral instinct and mighty ferocity. It’s a double-edged sword: it empowers her like no other, and yet it dulls everything else save for her instincts.
Sharp and yet hallow eyes glare at the sight of her prey. There’s no sign or warning: she immediately fires a blast of unaspected aether at the Dragoon.











