“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Grunted a slightly disgruntled demon-hog from another taking a little too long a look at his demonic limb, not that he could blame them directly for doing so, how often did you see something so bizarre? and he knew it was his own fault for simply not covering it up like he had previously.

But even that was proving to be more difficult considering the arm itself had only grew even more intense with that lavender aura the cracks along that ashen surface, even if he did cover it up the light glowing would likely pierce through the materials at this point. Demonic energy was hard to hide when it was practically oozing off of him these days.

The members of the blade weren’t expecting a meteor of any sort, so this took those on guard by surprise. Running ahead having seen the giant thing crash Verona pushed the others aside to get through and leaned down to see what they got. “What is it? Another rock? Maybe metal..” 

@gathering-storm It was just another day in the Rust Commons.  The sun was brutally hot, the wind whipped the dust around and Nisha Kadam was getting ready to kill.  She was here chasing a bounty on a bandit chief called Jack “Blade Hand.”  He’d be the third bounty in this place Nisha had chased down, in as many months.  Fighting the bandits was like whack-a-mole.  Take out one gang, and another would move in soon enough.  Oh well, at least it kept her employed. She eyed Blade Hand’s - and was that ever a stupid name - camp through her sniper rifle.  It was far off, but even at this distance she could see it would be a tough one.  Evidently the chieftain had heard of the fate of the last two wannabes who set up shop here, and he wasn’t going to be number three on Nisha’s belt if he could help it.  His camp was heavily fortified, and the lookouts looked alert.  No, this wouldn’t be easy.

My muse in a relationship ? - 🎶Do they have a type?

@gathering-storm

Fey has three types that she is drawn to:

Warriors

Sweet hearts

Charming scoundrels

Pitch has two types he is drawn to:

Sweet hearts who are too pure for this world

[ @gathering-storm ]

Peace and Prosperity; Willing and Truthfulness.

The things people used to describe God were a fabrication of reality, a brainwashing hope... “A load of Bullshit.” The female voice muttered, as her free hand coiled in a brief flash of bitter anger, resentment even, towards it all.

She had syrup brown hair was styled in an undercut with a fringe; her eyes a dull grey with white flecks, to match her warm shaded hair, she had olive toned skin - Except where her scars were. Her body was of a Mesomorph (or athletic) Hourglass form.

However to contradict the figurative beauty, her right cheek and jaw was mauled - with multiple recurring splits that revealed the teeth and gums behind it, identically from her left jaw to the outer corner of her left eye, there were two large (gash made) scars from claws. Along with slightly pointed ears, the woman had piercings in all possible places on the ears; along with piercings in the left nostril, tongue, both eyebrows, upper and lower lips and naval.

The woman adorned a white dirty stained vest top; black ripped skinny jeans, and military standard black combat boots; her right arm was tightly wrapped in heavy bandages, they were inscribed with runes and writings of what may look like dirt stains to the untrained eye/mind - but were in fact  runes in both demonic and angelic texts.

The woman turned her attention back to the present as she rolled her right shoulder and stretched it out, flexing the muscles and huffing at the sword she held within her hand. It was too long for her height, being five feet seven inches had its disadvantages, as she had to customize the weapons she wielded to her size and balance. But she still hadn’t used any of her magic to reveal exactly who she was... Only one person knew who she was and that was the person she was going to kill.

She had come to heaven just for that, she threw the sword away and as  it clattered against the bloodied cobblestone, the woman moved on... She was close now... In the area ahead there was a gathering of angels... She instantly recognized a few of them as ranked archangels, she saw them arguing about something and then spotted the kneeling male, she ignored him. But then a wicked smirk spread across her lips and she chuckled quietly.

It was time to make her presence known and to let these joy-happy fools, know that their impregnable realm had been easily entered and destroyed thus far... She was so close to the Throne of God and yet she felt not fear... But excitement.

She cracked her knuckles and then breathed out slowly, she took a slow walk forwards, before picking up the pace to a jog, then run. Finally she full out sprinted at the gathering, the demoness then released the coil of magyk that had been secretly welling up inside of her. Two blue flaming (Egyptian based) Khopesh materialized in the palms of her hands, they were perfectly sized and weighted in her hold.