she stood off from the rest of the valley's inhabitants, nursing her wounds, her pink mass rubbing at them. she did not hear the other approach, and jerked about, wincing at the pain that rushed through her at the sudden move. oh, a compliment. a mischevious smile rushed through the eyes of the stygian femme fatale, and her mug tipped towards the earth, in a silent thanks. a rush of wind threw the angel's bane silken tendrils about her delicately dished palette, creating a halo of ebony and steel.
"salutations sodality. i am aerial, new to these lands. i thank you for your compliment, but as you can see from my injuries, i do not actually have all that much skill. but what of yourself? can you fight?"
it was simple curiosity that goaded her in to asking. she enjoyed battling, and had learned to accept that injuries happened. well she had no intentions of battling anytime soon, if the opportunity arose, she'd welcome a figth latter on, if she could find someone willing, because, obviously, it takes two to tango.
a e r i a l
mouthful of poison
i reside in evil valley
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