[She doesn't mingle often, favoring the company of the wild nature in the forest or the depths of the sea over a city filled with people ( Read more... )

[The video flickers and it shows the dark foliage of the feet of the mountain. The angle clearly shows a woman pointing a sword down, two black wings blocked the vision of the figure.]

This is how I want to see you, Four Wings.
Defeated by my hand.

Wipe that cold smile of your face and this humiliation will end.

I confess each of the sins I have committed! I already answered for each life I took with my own!

[The smoke clears as Alexiel steps outside her cell, there's a blur of feathers and blood everywhere in the screen. Sea of blood from the room she was locked. The blood she had shed and that had been fruitlessly drowning her. It hasn't been a ( Read more... )

Why the surprised expressions?
This is not the first time you visit.
This is not the first time I can be found bare on the roof of my home.

Your society norms and sensibilities are none of my interest.
Begone. I expect company soon.

These auras...

[Static... Static...

The audio plays the sound of waves.

The image flickers on screen. Wet sand and a pair of two bare feet framed by fluttering white feathers; red and white spheres rolling to each side before they crumble into ashes.]

Begone.

(ooc; Legendary Polymon).

I have always preferred to be the one who penetrates ( Read more... )

Familiar auras. The pulse of them makes my heart ache.
I have spoken my final good-byes.

My patience has ended. I was courteous in the past visits.
Why greet us when your farewell comes so soon?
Be on your ways.

This includes you, Nanatsusaya.

(ooc; Everything goes).

To kill or to be killed. Which one would you choose?
Victim or killer. Which role was worse?

Thoughts?

Did you read the message, Exorcists?

Mm.
Familiar auras return to the City.
I welcome you again.

Why are you hiding from me, Nanatsusaya?
I would sense you regardless of how well you try to avoid me.

(ooc; Everything goes. Except telling her she's fictional).

Illustrative.

Again.

What amasses beneath my feet are mountains of corpses. Very nostalgic.

I remember of two one who liked the sight of my hair dripping rubies in the battlefield.

Private to DS;

Welcome back.

(ooc; She likes the blood -.- Walking blood Flood get!)