#lyccris

“A bill to outlaw me? Well now, I must have certainly ruffled some feathers but I don’t regret my actions on that legal duel. I have only aimed to keep the peace but let them try it. I’m used to people being afraid of me. Fear can drive them to do stupid things however.”

Interview With a Mun

➋ Have you ever roleplayed with someone that just left an unforgettable impression on you?

Yes. Quite a few of them, many of whom I’ll never speak to again. But there’s a lot of them that I still talk to that I pretty much associate their characters with at this point.

@violentremnant, @royalxshock, @thepricewasright are three off the top of my head.

     ( 💧 ) “Lady Anima....” She gently layed a hand upon the other’s forehead, her blue eyes filled with nothing but concern. “You feel warm...are you unwell?” 

Ah, so it seemed this time around Imu had fallen into the clutches of the court. Empty handed except for the spear and sack on her back, she little to nothing to present to them. But, apparently, the spear was enough to incite a little worry for the guards. Having found her at the outskirts of the city, wandering for quite some time with different sorts of attire, they’d decided to detain her. The warrior imagined that the spear was only allowed to be kept in her hands as a show of faith.

Either way, she was lead through the court, stopping before a woman -- no, the decor about her, the way the men hesitated to continue, standing at attention for further orders. She was not like the general she had met with a hard aristocratic air about her; there was a sense of delicate refinement, but an almost strict presence about her.

Imu kept to her spot, lowering her eye just slightly to acknowledge them.

‘We found this woman wandering the palace grounds.’ One of the men explained. 

"It was done for your safety."

Fang had not shown what had happened to her fully. Her power pulsed beneath her skin while wounds beneath the shirt bled and ached. She had been attacked off guard and could still smell the scent of her blood drifting about on those individuals. No doubt someone had wanted her out of the way but she was about to prove that a very hard task.

There was no summoning of Bahamut. No, there was something else much more dangerous that was going to be unleashed on her attackers. The power increased in strength before the white brand pulsed with light. It grew brighter before it twinged with flame. An intense wave of heat blew around the area Fang stood in and after lunging into the air and landing in place, a beast remained instead.