08-25-2018, 11:06 AM
As if falling into a barrier of darkness anyway, the other girl deflects backward with a step. But the initial surprise is fading quickly and the mahogany fill regains her poise. The flattening of the other’s ears, the widening of the eyes, the stiffening of her posture did not go unnoticed, however, and Sibella was left to wonder if that had been a display of surprise, or fear.
The yellow of her dull eyes stares coolly at the girl as she is quick to retort with her own question. If the stygian girl had cared enough to bother, she might have rolled her eyes. But the frigid placidity of her expression remains fixed. Was that a hint of suspicion in her voice?
”If you don’t like being questioned, don’t do strange things.”
Still cloaked in the shadows, she passes the girl fluidly, as she herself is questioned about her own reasoning for stalking in the dead of night. She pauses to round back and stand directly behind the antlered girl.
Her bored voice breaks the newly fallen silence, cutting through the dark and chatter of lonesome crickets. ”Because I am strange and I do strange things.”
With that she begins to push the dark away from them, but not fully, turning the thick black into a muted gray—enough for the other to finally make out the wisped tendrils of her wings, the deep ebony of her flesh, and the contrasting yellow tone of her questioning eyes.
@[Warlight] I'm sorry she is a weirdo lol
The yellow of her dull eyes stares coolly at the girl as she is quick to retort with her own question. If the stygian girl had cared enough to bother, she might have rolled her eyes. But the frigid placidity of her expression remains fixed. Was that a hint of suspicion in her voice?
”If you don’t like being questioned, don’t do strange things.”
Still cloaked in the shadows, she passes the girl fluidly, as she herself is questioned about her own reasoning for stalking in the dead of night. She pauses to round back and stand directly behind the antlered girl.
Her bored voice breaks the newly fallen silence, cutting through the dark and chatter of lonesome crickets. ”Because I am strange and I do strange things.”
With that she begins to push the dark away from them, but not fully, turning the thick black into a muted gray—enough for the other to finally make out the wisped tendrils of her wings, the deep ebony of her flesh, and the contrasting yellow tone of her questioning eyes.
@[Warlight] I'm sorry she is a weirdo lol