[Anyone who’s known the Warrior of Light knows that she’s never one to throw herself completely and fully into a fight unless it’s warranted. She’s not one who immediately rises to bait, or to even a challenge as much as she used to, knowing that any wrong move could mark it as her last, or even worse, the last moments for someone she cares for.
Anyone who knows the Warrior of Light knows all this. But anyone who knows Vheras Warden? Knows that at the heart of everything, when it comes to being between fighting and being a diplomat, all of her predictability of being the “good person” goes to absolute shite.
Zenos yae Galvus. There haven’t been very many people who can get right under her skin just by their sheer presence, but this man- this man. Every time he utters so much as a sentence to call them equals, or animals, or any violent thing, her blood practically boils. Sidurgu was less infuriating even in his rants and arrogant assumptions, though those were becoming less and less these days. Something about the Garlean infuriates her, makes the Abyss crawl through her veins like some blackened intoxication, practically makes her heart sing with anticipation.
She hates it.
Cronus Lux hums quietly as she tilts her wrists, readjusts her stance, then charges like a bullet straight for Zenos. She wants to kill him, she's going to kill him, Twelve damn this man to hell. He reeks of blood, of power and pure carelessness with no desire to change. Somehow, it doesn't surprise her, it simply infuriates her instead. Vheras has had enough.]
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[Anyone who’s known the Warrior of Light knows that she’s never one to throw herself completely and fully into a fight unless it’s warranted. She’s not one who immediately rises to bait, or to even a challenge as much as she used to, knowing that any wrong move could mark it as her last, or even worse, the last moments for someone she cares for.
Anyone who knows the Warrior of Light knows all this. But anyone who knows Vheras Warden? Knows that at the heart of everything, when it comes to being between fighting and being a diplomat, all of her predictability of being the “good person” goes to absolute shite.
Zenos yae Galvus. There haven’t been very many people who can get right under her skin just by their sheer presence, but this man- this man. Every time he utters so much as a sentence to call them equals, or animals, or any violent thing, her blood practically boils. Sidurgu was less infuriating even in his rants and arrogant assumptions, though those were becoming less and less these days. Something about the Garlean infuriates her, makes the Abyss crawl through her veins like some blackened intoxication, practically makes her heart sing with anticipation.
She hates it.
Cronus Lux hums quietly as she tilts her wrists, readjusts her stance, then charges like a bullet straight for Zenos. She wants to kill him, she's going to kill him, Twelve damn this man to hell. He reeks of blood, of power and pure carelessness with no desire to change. Somehow, it doesn't surprise her, it simply infuriates her instead. Vheras has had enough.]
To hells with ye!