The live muttered curses as she walked down to her matesprits hive, it was almost morning, with the Alternian sun about to rise she figured no one would be awake, not to mention outside with her... Though to her delightful surprise there was a bronzeblood in the area. Why not have a little fun with them? Not noticing she was being watched by her loving fuchsia, she pulled at the wrist of the bronze, holding up a freshly sharpened blade to their neck.
Artlyn was hiding for a while now. He didnt have a decent sleep schedule anyway, and with the persuasion of Arthur he was easily pushed to follow her around in case she did anything... weird. Afterall she was turning "evil" snd it was making him nervous even though she was resisting it good it seemed. But that only lasts so long doesnt it? Hehe! She hadnt done anything.
Until now that is.
He froze for a second, before regathering himself. Its alright. He had practiced this in front of mirrors. Cool monolouges, poses, fighting... he was ready to knock her out and save her.
He jumped out of the corner he was hiding, his hand open, ready to equip his mace and his eyes determined, even though they were hiding uncertainty, even from him.
Artlyn: ...S>=Oevia.
