08-16-2020, 08:36 AM
[shadow=black,left]THE QUIET ONE[/shadow]
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Q, for Quiet even.
The way the creature had said the word sounds more like an identity than a simple adjective. Q ponders it for a moment, looking thoughtful before allowing a light sheen of gratefulness to seep through the twisting hazel of her eyes. She nods to accept 'Quiet' before allowing it to fall muted once more, listening closely to what the great being has to offer.
She has been dubbed as Quiet, and so Quiet she shall be.
He speaks of a rite of passage, and Quiet dips her head again in acknowledgement. Whatever this ceremony may be, it should be easy enough to handle—she's been through enough to have a wide arsenal of skills and she has no qualms in using them.
A fascinating limb motions for her to continue deeper into the territory, and Quiet makes another approving nod before allowing the energy writhing in her gut to expand. The fur around her eyes wither to a deep black, nulling the color of her pupils, and without a sound the maned wolf disappears in a flurry of dust and ashes.
She reappears less than a heartbeat later, landing gracefully on a high branch further in the territory but not too far that she loses sight of the eldritch fiend that has allowed her to join. Quiet raises her head and peers over her shoulder, blinking inquisitively at Silent, silently asking him to lead the way.
[table][tr][td]The way the creature had said the word sounds more like an identity than a simple adjective. Q ponders it for a moment, looking thoughtful before allowing a light sheen of gratefulness to seep through the twisting hazel of her eyes. She nods to accept 'Quiet' before allowing it to fall muted once more, listening closely to what the great being has to offer.
She has been dubbed as Quiet, and so Quiet she shall be.
He speaks of a rite of passage, and Quiet dips her head again in acknowledgement. Whatever this ceremony may be, it should be easy enough to handle—she's been through enough to have a wide arsenal of skills and she has no qualms in using them.
A fascinating limb motions for her to continue deeper into the territory, and Quiet makes another approving nod before allowing the energy writhing in her gut to expand. The fur around her eyes wither to a deep black, nulling the color of her pupils, and without a sound the maned wolf disappears in a flurry of dust and ashes.
She reappears less than a heartbeat later, landing gracefully on a high branch further in the territory but not too far that she loses sight of the eldritch fiend that has allowed her to join. Quiet raises her head and peers over her shoulder, blinking inquisitively at Silent, silently asking him to lead the way.
5 YEARS
[/td][td]PITTIAN
[/td][td]THE PITT
[/td][td]SHE/HER
[/td][td]© AUDACITY
[/td][/tr][/table] A SWEET SHOT OF KEROSENE: