Sep 15, 2020
@blccklight - Adrienne
“My my, a little lost fox. Are you unburdened by your heritage?”
Draconic near taunts, a swift swivel of his form from corner’s edge, blocking path that faunus was to pass. Like a specter presence is near ethereal, eyes of blackened pools looking down upon Adrienne with contempt that riled within, and yet, he bows. Dramatic and sweeping, cloak of royal purple fluttering with each, teeny movement one makes.
“What is it that you seek? I sense pain within you; are the Humans torturous? Do they still look upon you with spite and hatred?”