HIS aura bleeds pain. a pain she’s familiar with--- but this will never be known. ( regret. ) adara senses the darkness in him and like a soft plume of black smoke she’s within his path. she is without her mask, and without it, she feels bare. she does not strike FEAR into her company. and this disappoints her. black cape covers dark hair but the soft tendrils spill out, traitors, she thinks. there is something delicate about a female with long hair. but adara is not delicate. she can’t bring herself to be free of it, however, a token of her past perhaps... “ the dark side surrounds you. ” silence is broken. ( @forcebalancer )










