@moravitris - Diana during plot drop xoxox
It takes a steady moment for the dark flash to fade, only further amplifying Zephyr’s reminiscent distaste for this place. It’s always fucking something. For the better part of centuries, the eldest Stanislav has only returned fleetingly, moments in the past that could barely paint his presence and yet there’s no surprise in his features as he levels crystalline hues with the empty space among the ritual site. His immediate reaction is to turn his back, remove himself from an already volatile situation. The choice he’d made long ago removed himself from the throngs of chaos, took his name from the mouth of those that might truly understand the depth of corruption he carried with him, the last thing he wanted now was to be caught in the middle of it. At first, those same azure hues fell to his sister, the curt nod as symbolic as any utterance of words could be, but before he could do anything further, a scream tore through the crowd. Nie będzie odpoczynku… No rest, no rest... no rest... Tendrils of sunlight prickle at his skin leaving behind blisters as he flinches from the unnerving feeling, yet it’s nothing compared to the hunger that rips through his throat - burning it’s way through veins that darken as fang dig into his lesser lip.