UNKNOWING HUMAN / ENTITYWROUGHT
IT WAS NOT TRAILING, TRULY . this was no prey, no simple blood-sport for a trained hunter, integra wouldn’t dare make that mistake . mere caution of approach, an assessment of target before clear engagement ; tactical, if you will . irregardless of previous briefings, there was always need for field analysis .
wouldn’t want to meet a knight of gwyn unprepared, would she ?
❛ i wondered if you’d ever notice . ❜ a jest meant to pierce through tense air, said through a half smile uncovered by shadows as the darkmoon steps forth . ❛ i must say, i’m rather a fan . ❜
PORCELAIN COVERED A FACE OF WRATH, deep eyes ached with anticipation. The shadows were her cover but she knew it was not enough. Her blades were marked and ready but she felt no immediate danger from this person who stood only feet from where she was. Perhaps it was her sense of mortality letting it’s guard down after embracing the feeling of what felt like a human, but to keep up with her and her agile movements? How peculiar. A fan? How long was she truly in this world? The foreboding within her chest pulsed and she felt uneasy, her blades were sharp and her senses were sharper.
COLD ICY EYES PEERED INTO THE MOONLIGHT, was our DARKSUN watching her from above as she reigned the broken and solemn lands of Anor Londo? Thoughts lingered and a deep thinking occurred. Ample limbs moved and crossed her bosom, she was curious now of this mortal.
‘ HOW DO YOU KNOW OF ME, human? I thought my presence hidden and my reputation obscure. ’


















