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Hayame ([personal profile] warmare) wrote in [community profile] aionlogs 2022-07-20 01:52 pm (UTC)

[… a time limit.

Her dark eyes narrow, her entire form far more terrible in its natural state, when she didn’t feel like she was wearing a costume. The costume of the race that had turned hers, once proud and revered as gods, into battle fodder, glorified horses, armless broodmares, and warm mouths to sheathe in. She feels like she can breathe better, clearer, with the spell broken, even if she needs it, knows she needs it, because… just the sight of her is wrong in this city. This entire world.]


Then you will stand there for more than a minute.

[Will the glow around him fade? Is that how she will know? Her arrow remains notched, the sharp metal head remains aimed at his heart, and though the strength required to draw the massive bow she carried, more than six feet long tip to tip, had to be immense… her arm hasn’t quivered with strain yet.

(There was a reason humans tried so desperately to domesticate her kind. They could see better, run faster, hear better, work harder, smell-)]


- and you will give me part your innermost robe.

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