Warriors unfold whether we're young or old
Sometimes we take and we pillage for gold
A three beat gait catches her ears. They perk and she halts. She waits like a tiger about to pounce.
She does not shift her stance, she does not stir. She remains steady in her ground whilst cool eyes watch for the approach. Pillars of her teaching taught her not to humour anxiety nor fear. She was to be an unwavering statue and proud to be so. The blood of Katharas ran pure through her veins, and it would provoke fear in those who knew the name and if they did not know the title, then they should.
Vibrancy blinds her, flashes of luminous green stealing her eyes as the embodiment of brazen comes to a stand. A lick of the lips came with the halt and she remains silent and still for a few short moments. Singularly a brow raises, examining the flamboyant creature before her whilst she tilts her head to higher grounds and withholds her greeting. She was to take no risks; though her heritage was formidable, here she was just one on her own.
“Greetings,”
Her voice eventually slices the moment of silence and she takes a step closer. Ebony pools slither over his body and up to his blues, steel in demure and testing. She holds him in her eyes. But her time was precious and she did not care to waste it. If this man could offer her nothing other than casual conversation then she would wait no longer.
Another step closer and she does not hesitate. Elegant limbs take her just a few feet away from the slightly shorter equine whilst her head remains still. Words hang on her tongue and her lip continues to bleed. She laps the trickle up before conjuring the words she does not wish to need to ask. “Do you know the title of this land?” She does not realise the grace in which she stands and speaks with, her tone capturing with the softness of a lady yet strength of a beast.
ooc: sorry still figuring her out <3
tags: @Huehuecoyotl
Titles deserved and the dead will not rise
It's kinda my fault when the childen all cry
