the-blushing-dancer lost herself in the Fog
"O-oh dearâŚ" Olivia murmured quietly, worrying at her bracelets as she stumbled through the mists. The dancer was practically blindâshe could barely see her hand held a few inches away from her face, and even then she had to squint to make out its form.Â
"I am going to kill that⌠that⌠dastard of a merchant when I get home. Hotrealms my foot⌠âJust step through the gate for the vacation of a lifetime,â she says. âCompletely safe,â she saysâŚ"
The heavy trudge and clunk of armour and weapons against the ground brought her attention away from her musing, and two different possibilities became quickly apparent. The footsteps, from the sound they made, were incredibly heavy, which meant the being making them must be incredibly large and therefore a potential threat. Given that the dancer only had her steel sword and her skill on hand, she probably would not survive an altercation.Â
But then again⌠it could also mean help. And she needed all the help she could get right now, considering she couldnât tell left from right or up from downâŚ
Twisting the cloth tied around her wrists fervently, she carefully picked her steps towards the sound and prayed to Naga that whatever was out there would take mercy against a small, nervous, and cold little human.
As Alfred drew closer, the light from Olivia's soul began to fade as her physical form came into sight. The demon forced his wolfish grin to fade as he saw who he approached, the sight of a young woman clad in what would pass in Boletaria for nothing but mere wisps of cloth confusing him briefly. What was she doing here? The only people that ever came to Boletaria where knights or soldiers trying to reclaim the territory from the demons that had claimed it. Certainly no one like the dancer had ever shown up before...
The demon paused a few yards away, his form more than likely nothing more than a slightly darker patch upon the Fog to Olivia. He opened his mouth slowly, the bones in his jaw cracking as he unconsciously opened his mouth to begin the consumption of her soul, a brief mental check forcing himself back to the reality of the situation at hand. A strained and cracked voice spoke outward instead, the noise drifting through the mist to ears of the pink-haired woman.
"...who are you? Please, you need to leave this place. Go back to your home."
