09-10-2016, 01:16 PM
V A K A R I A N
i'd rather be a riot than indifferent
The bay woman happens upon the gathering quietly. The mare, Naga, had found her in the field and so Vaka had decided to join the woman's cause as she had nothing else to strive for. Long black tresses catch and curl around the strength of her neck, dark brown eyes are somber and ever watchful. Vakaran would have plated her vitals in the diamond encrusting of her genetics but unfortunately, as all already knew, the magic was gone.
A low sigh claws from between folded lips. Vaka gives a curt nod to the others when they look to run an analytical eye over her before their attention reverts back to the negotiating women. It is far too soon for Vaka do much more than to listen as the discussions went on. Vaka listens with razor sharp attention to detail. These women, other than Naga, are foreign to her but they were of obvious importance by the way the elegance of their words, the straightness of their spines.
A low sigh claws from between folded lips. Vaka gives a curt nod to the others when they look to run an analytical eye over her before their attention reverts back to the negotiating women. It is far too soon for Vaka do much more than to listen as the discussions went on. Vaka listens with razor sharp attention to detail. These women, other than Naga, are foreign to her but they were of obvious importance by the way the elegance of their words, the straightness of their spines.
covet and azula's diamond armored daughter
wanted to get something up
