Crimson drops || [Closed RP]
Continuous clicks lingered around the haunting silence of the night. The constant sounds resonated across the gloomy environment that was cloaked by the darkness' veil. The source of such was from some bright silver-chained black heels, striding in an elegant but in the same time haze jaunt. The clicks of such were accompanied by a continuous graze that scraped against the ground, metal against stone coated with a fresh crimson fluid.Â
The dark red colour - the blood, dripped from the dusky metal, the axe that was idly dragged along by pallid, supple fingers coiled around the wooden shaft.Â
The slender frame of a shorter woman held the axe among her path, carelessly dragging it after her and letting in her tracks the blood-stained drape against the stone, marble ground. A plain black dress veiled her silhouette, several long necklaces hanging by her neck. Black rounds and a cross by one of them. Her lips were a red edged by a slight black hue, bestowing no specific expression.
Sapphire eyes highlighted by a deep black eyeliner, raven-brown hair flowing reluctantly as the walked down the silent road. She saw a silhouette's shadow into the distance, but she continued walking nonetheless, not bothering to conceal this rather menacing appearance, entrance even.
