RUIN and RAVAGE
make me your priestess
rip me to pieces
make me your priestess
rip me to pieces
♛
S
he did not know the gods of this land, nor the people. There were few she had yet encountered... but still, for some reason, she felt compelled to step into Terrastella's Court. To regard this almost larger-than-life goddess that stood before them, her voice nearly booming as it reached the far corners of the courtyard. A singular ear tepidly titled towards Vespera, golden eyes locked onto the goddess of dusk. The dying light around her only made the goddess shine all that much brighter — and for the first time since she awoke, Ophelia felt a jealousy seated deep within her gut.Should she really be here, among these mortals and men? Leonine tail whipped at her ankles as she stood at the outskirts of the courtyard, ichor-like gaze drifting towards each of those that appeared. The wraith barely listened to Vespera's words, her attention only catching on the hopeful's names as they were spoken. The goddess spoke a little of each of them, and the wraith was keen to listen to how Vespera viewed each — was a gods word not supposed to be near-truth, after all?
Jude, a caring and reserved healer whose physical strength may lack. Liam, a strong man with potentially feeble or lackluster roots that may not truly tie him to this kingdom. Atlas, a caring but potentially naive man. Below Zero, a foreign woman with sharp teeth and potential. Rhone, a current standing Champion with a deal of wisdom under his belt. Aristal, confident and a (former?) minor god in his own right.
Both Atlas and Rhone thanked the goddess, and Ophelia's golden gaze settled on them briefly. Both so humble. But in the wraith's eyes, Below Zero and Rhone were the strongest — the ones that would probably be least able to be swayed, the most steadfast in their views.
But that was not necessarily what she wanted, was it?
With a silence only begotten by a ghost, she turned on golden heels and left the courtyard, vanishing into the cresting night. This was not her place to vote; she was sure that whatever happened - whomever was chosen - she would be able to mould her plans around.
"Speech." — (Thoughts.)
She's in, then she's out~! Just to note: I didn't actually vote in the poll, just wanted to have Ophie pop into the thread c:
She's in, then she's out~! Just to note: I didn't actually vote in the poll, just wanted to have Ophie pop into the thread c:
