SHE LIVES FOR THE FAME | OPEN, JOINING+ injured

♛ IN YOUR HEAD, THEY'RE STILL FIGHTIN'
WITH THEIR TANKS AND BOMBS —

Lilliana was not one to just do things on a whim. She was more of a loner, than anything. She had been so alone, that she had almost forgotten what it was like to be around others. Sure, she was friendly, but she didn't exactly know how to react to human reaction. She had been on her own for so long, that she had almost forgot what it was like to talk to others. The brunette had been away from civilization that she almost forgot what it looked like.

It didn't take long for the brunette to start getting close to Blackfall. Sure, there was time she heard about blackfall. She didn't really understand what Blackfall was. It seemed that it was a tight knit group that worked together to survive. Sure, she would've liked to come here in a better situation. But currently, she was limping close toward the border of Blackfall. Sure, this was the first time she had ever been injured in awhile. She held her hand upon her side as her side was still bleeding. This is just great. clearing her throat, she wondered if anyone was around.

//current injuries; cut on her side, which is bleeding

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px black; font-size: 24px;"]— LILLILANA DE MEDICI ♛

#psychosocial.

WHO IS IN CONTROL?

CAIN PENDRAGON — Distress was a fairly well known emotion, something that pinged and alerted him to chaotic energy relatively quickly. Pain and suffering were equally as powerful draws, and Cain found himself striding steadily towards a particularly pained aura, one that he didn't recognize. He came to a slow stop once he found his target, analytic gaze running over her slowly, taking stock of her situation and all of the nitty gritty little details.

"You're on the edge of the city. This is Blackfall territory," he provided, watching her evenly, jerking his head back towards the docks behind him. "I'm Cain. Do you need healers?" An arched brow as he studied her, as if trying to determine if she could survive with healers, even.

[size=12px][b]DREAMWALKER — HARBINGER OF CHAOS — SILVERTONGUE

♛ IN YOUR HEAD, THEY'RE STILL FIGHTIN'
WITH THEIR TANKS AND BOMBS —

For the most part, Lily knew where she was. There was no doubt in her mind that she knew. She had tried to not even think about coming here. But She would rather be here, than back at her home land. She disliked Griffengate, as she had watched her mother being murdered. There was something wrong with the fact that she had to live with the fact that both of her parents were dead. She didn't know who or what murdered them. One of these days, she knew she would get to avenger her parents.

But for now, there was no time to think about this. She was currently injured, as she held her hand over her side. She pulled her hand away from her side, as her hand was covered in blood. She didn't even bother to see who had came over, but she knew someone was there. but then that was when she heard his voice. She looked up as she placed her hand back on the injury. 'You're on the edge of the city. This is blackfall territory.' she looked at Cain, unsure of who he was. but of course, he stated his name and asked if she needed healers. Nodding her head, she knew that she was going to need to get this patched up. "Hello. I'm Lilliana. And yeah. I'd love to get this patched up. I ended up falling on my knife. Which rarely happens."

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px black; font-size: 24px;"]— LILLILANA DE MEDICI ♛

#psychosocial.