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She didn't know why she was here; here of all fucking places. This godforsaken chapel set on high, looking down upon them all with those sanctimonious stained-glass eyes, casting judgment upon them as though they were heathens condemned to eternal doom. As the auburn woman ascended the summit of this towering peak, she took a moment to pause and look back upon Novus herself. The earth sprawled far and wide before her, as though it were a toy model to observe and tinker with. From here on the mountainside the great jagged crests of the Arma were visible; Denocte's formidable gateaway, and deep within her chest bloomed a spasmic wrench of rue. Rhoswen found herself caught between a rock and a hard place, although perhaps caught was not the right word. Raum, with lips made of mercury and eyes carved from the sea, had railroaded her into this.
Onward she surged, higher and higher until at last the cathedral laid tall before Rhos' stormborne gaze. Without pausing, Solis' daughter clattered noisily into the shadowy depths, throwing caution to the wind in her ire; silken sanguine curls dancing violently about her fine swanlike neck. There was arsenic in her veins, cyanide on her tongue. Why was nothing ever simple?
It was as she moved through the darkness with heedless speed, lost in the hot magma of her thoughts, that she collided quite suddenly with the hard flesh and bone of another. Rhoswen's breath hitched forcibly, stuck in her lungs as electric waves of shock heaved and billowed throughout her body. Brought to an abrupt halt and swung to the right upon impact against the stranger who was, by far, a great deal taller than herself, the red-haired woman reeled back her neck and shook her head as though trying to rid herself of the surprise numbing her mind. She was quick to react, ashen eyes narrowing through the dim light so that the candlefire might illuminate this stranger to her. It did not take long for the siren to realise, however, that this was no stranger at all.
His scent was saturated with moonlight and woodsmoke, an everlong hallmark of Denocte, accompanied by those curved horns, driedblood skin and the distinctive green garnet on his high head - Rhoswen instantly relaxed. "Raglan," she breathed, "my apologies." Rarely was Rhos bashful, but in this instance she felt a swarming cloud of frustration at how she had let anger and angst blind her so; she might have not have been as lucky to bump into someone so familiar.
Onward she surged, higher and higher until at last the cathedral laid tall before Rhos' stormborne gaze. Without pausing, Solis' daughter clattered noisily into the shadowy depths, throwing caution to the wind in her ire; silken sanguine curls dancing violently about her fine swanlike neck. There was arsenic in her veins, cyanide on her tongue. Why was nothing ever simple?
It was as she moved through the darkness with heedless speed, lost in the hot magma of her thoughts, that she collided quite suddenly with the hard flesh and bone of another. Rhoswen's breath hitched forcibly, stuck in her lungs as electric waves of shock heaved and billowed throughout her body. Brought to an abrupt halt and swung to the right upon impact against the stranger who was, by far, a great deal taller than herself, the red-haired woman reeled back her neck and shook her head as though trying to rid herself of the surprise numbing her mind. She was quick to react, ashen eyes narrowing through the dim light so that the candlefire might illuminate this stranger to her. It did not take long for the siren to realise, however, that this was no stranger at all.
His scent was saturated with moonlight and woodsmoke, an everlong hallmark of Denocte, accompanied by those curved horns, driedblood skin and the distinctive green garnet on his high head - Rhoswen instantly relaxed. "Raglan," she breathed, "my apologies." Rarely was Rhos bashful, but in this instance she felt a swarming cloud of frustration at how she had let anger and angst blind her so; she might have not have been as lucky to bump into someone so familiar.
@Raglan this took 5ever sowwy
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