07-13-2018, 10:34 AM
Perhaps it was one thing that Solveig and Candance could agree on that Manipulation was a fun game. Of course, Solveig looked as if she were the most innocent creature. She was beautiful, there was perhaps little denying that, though even that was a very carefully crafted art that was hard to see through; she had skill in medicine, of which often made people assume that there was hardly a bad bone in her. She did not speak much, and her honey-sweet voice was easy to be enamored by. Was it a game for Solveig, however? No, and far from it, and there the difference lay. It was no plan, no greater scheme, meaning perhaps in the end, one might be more successful in the endeavor.
Who was to say, however?
In any regards, the voice of Candance at the entrance of the territory made her look up from whatever task she had been occupying herself with that afternoon. She made her way towards the railroad, though she already was not far from it, her paws softly drifting across the ground with each carefully-placed step, her paws nearly silent as she smoothly made her way forward, her violet eyes scanning over the other woman calmly, a split-second glance while Solveig took in her posture, her voice, the look on her face, and whatever condition she might have been in. That, she was good at.
Pausing a few feet away, the pretty snowshoe slowly gathered her paws beneath herself to sit, her tail gently flicking to rest over her paws. Her shoulder was still bandaged, though less so in previous days, and rapidly healing from her own arrival into the Typhoon. She regarded the woman with the faintest cant of her head, more as if she were slightly raising her chin. "Welcome to the Typhoon, Candice," the voice came, not from her lips, but from her mind, reaching out to invade Candice's own. Her voice was soft and honey-sweet, gentle and non-imposing in Candice's pretty head- after all, Solveig wouldn't deny the girl was also good looking. "The Typhoon welcomes many. But what brings you here?" the question was softly posed, curious even as Solveig remained unmoving, her violet eyes still drifting over the girl. After all, she seemed to have some idea of where she was already.
//oof this is bad I Just woke up xD
[align=center]TagsWho was to say, however?
In any regards, the voice of Candance at the entrance of the territory made her look up from whatever task she had been occupying herself with that afternoon. She made her way towards the railroad, though she already was not far from it, her paws softly drifting across the ground with each carefully-placed step, her paws nearly silent as she smoothly made her way forward, her violet eyes scanning over the other woman calmly, a split-second glance while Solveig took in her posture, her voice, the look on her face, and whatever condition she might have been in. That, she was good at.
Pausing a few feet away, the pretty snowshoe slowly gathered her paws beneath herself to sit, her tail gently flicking to rest over her paws. Her shoulder was still bandaged, though less so in previous days, and rapidly healing from her own arrival into the Typhoon. She regarded the woman with the faintest cant of her head, more as if she were slightly raising her chin. "Welcome to the Typhoon, Candice," the voice came, not from her lips, but from her mind, reaching out to invade Candice's own. Her voice was soft and honey-sweet, gentle and non-imposing in Candice's pretty head- after all, Solveig wouldn't deny the girl was also good looking. "The Typhoon welcomes many. But what brings you here?" the question was softly posed, curious even as Solveig remained unmoving, her violet eyes still drifting over the girl. After all, she seemed to have some idea of where she was already.
//oof this is bad I Just woke up xD
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HER BEAUTY RAGED WITH A FIRE
[color=#BCA7BC]THAT NOT EVEN THE [color=#FFFFFF]DEMONS WOULD DARE TO TOUCH
HER BEAUTY RAGED WITH A FIRE
[color=#BCA7BC]THAT NOT EVEN THE [color=#FFFFFF]DEMONS WOULD DARE TO TOUCH