#theapproachingdawn

[chain-of-corruption]

"Greetings." Leona said, offering her hand towards the archer. "I do not believe we've met. I'm Leona. You are?"

Varus gave her hand a nice, solid shake. “Varus. I’m one of the marksmen you support. It’s nice to meet you.” It was hard to sound like he was enjoying himself with the warped tone to his voice. He just hoped she understood.

[banishingtheshadows]

Hello fair lady of Luminosity, how is your day?

"Leona." Lux dipped her head respectfully in greeting. "My day goes well. How about yours?"

[nocnoc-whosthere-darkness-blog]

"A hunter, oh Radiant Dawn." the shadow hisses, pure spite in his tone. The voice echoes not from the figure adorned with umbra blades and cerulean eyes, but from the impenetrable wall of black that follows him. "Languishing away in this world of form and framework. They cage me like some animal because they fear my power." 

His blades slide in and out of his arms, a show of power and perhaps frustration. They click and slide with the sound of a well-sharpened edge being drawn from a sheath, though it seems he has no intention of harming Leona.

Not yet, anyway.

"And you, so strong, yet so weakened by the light and its merciful opulence." There's a dark chuckle evident in the back of his voice, though the hatred is always there. It's a thick, acrid tartness that makes his words cut just as deeply as his blades, pervading not only a person's body but their very mind. 

"How pitiful."