𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, the blade remains faithfully by her side, beloved as she watches the skyline shift. In radiant gold, her ethereal image glows, blackened as the Enchantress pauses. For a moment, crimson lips upturned in warmth, to be seen && remembered by those who did not fear creation’s end warmed the confines of her heart.
She was a deceitful being, even in mortality, the soul who kept herself half hidden from those who revered such strength in the arcane. “I must confess, it’s touching that a maiden such as yourself should come to find me” red, brilliant as the life flow that seeps deep within the land.
Thick with the scent of metal, colliding steel as hearts set ablaze, those who sever the ties shall once more become reunited with their creator. “Seldom few wish to converse” they fight, a song of battle that ends with a gust, her blade which does not yield, fearsome in its protection to the one who holds it. Grasping the silk of her haori, her movements beckon to follow, basking in the radiance of the sun’s light. It's a strange feeling, to speak softly where it comes with promises of power, though she had no inclination to believe such a visit came with ill intent.
“Whatever knowledge you seek, I can guide you to the truth, only if you trust in me”
// @castholy summoned a starter. ( ♥ )