[P] we could be heroes.

[Aislinn]

A I S L I N N we are a different kind, we can do anything we could be heroes, me and you, we could be Befitting of the court and goddess she so loyally served, the stormsinger prowled the shadows of the City of Starlight as night began to fall. Her hooves clicked against the smooth stone as she walked, her breathing even, as her eyes flashed brightest blue in the darkness. A wraith, a contender, a protector. The air that washed across her skin was blissfully cool, but the demeanor she bore was of a dragon that could burn cities to ash. She was honed thunderstorms, her emotions in check, as her anger and violence was chained into an invisible armor around her heart. Beside her walked the source of her rage; a man gilded in onyx and topaz, a man that had entered her king's kingdom from a foreign land. A criminal, despite the petty theft. No crime, however small, would be brushed to the side.. not while she was her court's Champion. Not for as long as she strode to deal justice in any manner that formed. Her orbs simmered like blue flames, a muscle twitching in her upper lip as her gaze landed on the entrance to the Keep. The Castle of Night was not illuminated in moonlight and stardust; for tonight, indigo clouds covered the sky, the crescent moon hiding behind a blanket of shadow and the stars twinkling far, far out of sight. The Keep itself was a daunting place, intimidating even in day, but now.. without the silver light glowing at it's edges, it was a stark place that awoke a chained part of her soul. Torches flickered along the alleyways, their orange glows reflecting off of the stone walls and on her ebony skin, creating sharp angles and pools of obsidian as she melted from shadow to shadow with ease. Her companion, her prisoner, for lack of a better term, at her side and slightly ahead of her. So she could keep her gaze pinned on him, her wings slightly unfurled to create a wall of muscle and feathers should he decide to run. Not that she guessed he would make the same mistake a second time.. but Aislinn was not taking any chances. Solitary guards allowed them entrance as they entered the bottom level of the castle. She whispered slight instructions, leading them to the heart of the Keep, to where her king would stand and decide the man's fate. Her heart thundered and her blood roared, singing and proud and defiant, as they drew closer to their destination. Ahead of them, two large oak doors groaned as they entered the great hall, her chin rising as she stepped through them. Her eyes landing on the dais and the Shadow Throne, and the man she knew was somewhere in the slithering dark. An amused grin played at her lips as she stopped, bowing deeply with a slender leg outstretched, wings splayed at her sides. "The criminal, as requested, Your Grace," she said by way of greeting, as she lifted herself with orbs of blue on the shadows clinging between torches of firelight. @Only @lavinia @reichenbach @morrígan (should you wish) + @kasil (for your SA) <3 trial for the events of this thread! "Aislinn speech."