@amongstdeathĀ || Liked
Ā Ā Armored, so heavily ARMORED, their very image sending slight CHILLĀ down her spine as she lookĀ āpon them. A mask of DEATHĀ which they don, menacingĀ in appearance, NOTHINGĀ like the true Death.Ā Had it not been for unnatural PALLORĀ of skin, she would have easilyĀ blanched,Ā ah but the flicker of wariness still holds in her gaze ( a killer, an aura that she recognizes all too well ). She should run, any sane person would do just that, would have done ANYTHINGĀ to avoid interaction with such a man. Ah, but has she not made friends among those even more MONSTROUS ?Ā He had not SLIPPEDĀ from her attention, for just how well does she know the SHADOWS,Ā an irony of itself for a woman so seemingly made of light.Ā Ah, but exteriors were always so DECEIVING,Ā were they not ? Ā
Ā Ā Pale gaze glances over the man, before soft smileĀ restsĀ āpon her lips, head canting eāer the slightest as she looks over the MASKĀ that keeps face just so well HIDDEN,Ā eyes tracing over the bone-white structure.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā I imagine that such an image would be USEFUL for strolling down the dark streets.Ā AlbeitĀ I have seen more frightening things making their way down a runway.Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Even in face of UNCERTAINTY,Ā she still smiles at the stranger.
