10-18-2018, 12:24 AM
The fire that flickered in and out made her gasp. A sweet tongue beckoned, but Valeriya had the inkling that a knife waited to gut her the moment she accepted. The flickering fire set it, and she turned her sights toward Armande. Yet the fires that danced sparked excitement in her own heart. The thrill of danger, the prowl of a hunt knowing that just out of sight lingered something ominous. She happily accepted Armande’s hand and joined the pair. A smile curled her lips.
As they came closer, the grandeur of their surroundings were secondary distractions. The Eye roamed for something just out of sight, like the huntress peering into the dark for its next prey. Something or someone waited that prickled her anxious to find out who.
((Lead on!))
As they came closer, the grandeur of their surroundings were secondary distractions. The Eye roamed for something just out of sight, like the huntress peering into the dark for its next prey. Something or someone waited that prickled her anxious to find out who.
((Lead on!))
The Eye of the Khylsty