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ㅤㅤㅤAWAKEN MY CHILD AND
ㅤㅤㅤEMBRACE THE GLORY THAT
ㅤㅤㅤIS YOUR BIRTHRIGHT
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ㅤㅤㅤKNOW THAT I AM THE
ㅤㅤㅤ𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 , THE ETERNAL
ㅤㅤㅤWILL OF THE SWARM
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so much for the attempt at kindness . her lips curl in a snarl as she takes the toppled bowl and throws it straight at the other’s head .
“ paint do nothing to you ! “
⠀she’s idly sauntering around teyah, looking over the bowls of ashes and dyes before raising a brow in response to her ‘compliment’.
“well, it is one of my best colours. i wear it better than any mangkwan.” and to get her point across, her foot is nudging the bowl of »
sitting on the ground , mixes of ash and dyes settled in little bowls in front of her . she’s yet to apply her paint today .
glancing @kilvaana from the corner of her eye , then focusing on painting her skin once again .
“ red may look good on you . “
approaching the wreckage of a tlalim airship brought down by the mangkwan — an event she was unable to participate in as far as battle in the sky due to her lack of ikran .
mounted atop feral thanator , racing toward @tsahiik to join the fight .
the smaller returns the glare , slowly coming to a halt in front of her . her gaze travels over the other’s figure and she takes silent note of the firearm she possessed — of the way she held herself .
“ 𝐦𝐲 colors . who you . “
obvious to the hybrid that the other isn’t —
a disdainful glare would grace the other , peering downwards at the smaller figure . it seemed futile to entertain this threatening parade , letting her rifle sit upon her back .
“ get up , mongrel . you look ridiculous harboring their colors . “
scampering back and forth along shore , eyeing the waters as though they may attack .
a huff , then glancing back at @THVISI0N . teyah extends a finger toward the water .
“ you first . “
the man looks uneasy — if not downright terrified . teyah snickers , circling back to the feral thanator and leaping upon his back .
“ no , not fun . hmm .. “
she pauses , mulling it over .
“ we burn him ? slowly ! “
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varang carefully analyzes the man, an amused huff leaving her before she finally spoke.
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“ we could just kill him, ” she said. “ but where is the fun in that? ”
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she's approaching with caution, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. her expression is wary, a hint of curiosity lying underneath.
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⠀“ and who might this be? ”
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