@justbxfriends
“First of all—how do you know what this is?” Their voice is short and clips harshly with an accent not recognizable within this era. The mask of normalcy slips, if only because they are so taken aback. Cultists are not bold enough to approach shifters in broad daylight, but maybe this one is just off their game? She smells human; she doesn’t smell of black magic like all cultists do. That makes her an oddity & oddities are dangerous. “I implore you to explain yourself.” The blade blessed with holy light hides in their coat should they need it. For now they stare her down as they grit their teeth. The aforementioned signet ring hangs delicately from their throat, rich tones of gold glinting in the bright sunlight. The facade of it is a crudely carved Golden Eagle, the symbol that Basileus once chose for their house.
