sylvanas; 001
Who: Sylvanas and whoever wants to run into her.
Where: Espoir, Center Plaza
Style: Third.
Status: Open
The central plaza. Sylvanas hadn't recognized it at all through the screen of the Dreamberry, but she knew that there was a general center to all villages great and small. With that in mind, she rushed off in what she thought was the general direction of such a place with every intention of finding the bastard that she had spoken to not even moments before (read: two days ago because mun fails), bow nocked and ready as she passed beneath the shadows of both building and foliage in search of him. The village was foreign to her, but she felt she would somehow manage; it wasn't exactly the most advantageous of positions to be in, but she knew that Arthas probably hadn't been here before, either, and she took what little solace there was to be had in that.
She moved swiftly, her eyes darting this way and that as she searched for Arthas. If one were to look closely at her face, they would see that the scowl upon it, though perpetual, was intensified by a fierce brand of hatred and anger. The fact that she was in a foreign land didn't matter as much as the fact that Arthas was there too, and because of this, whether he liked it or not, his head was hers.
Where: Espoir, Center Plaza
Style: Third.
Status: Open
The central plaza. Sylvanas hadn't recognized it at all through the screen of the Dreamberry, but she knew that there was a general center to all villages great and small. With that in mind, she rushed off in what she thought was the general direction of such a place with every intention of finding the bastard that she had spoken to not even moments before (read: two days ago because mun fails), bow nocked and ready as she passed beneath the shadows of both building and foliage in search of him. The village was foreign to her, but she felt she would somehow manage; it wasn't exactly the most advantageous of positions to be in, but she knew that Arthas probably hadn't been here before, either, and she took what little solace there was to be had in that.
She moved swiftly, her eyes darting this way and that as she searched for Arthas. If one were to look closely at her face, they would see that the scowl upon it, though perpetual, was intensified by a fierce brand of hatred and anger. The fact that she was in a foreign land didn't matter as much as the fact that Arthas was there too, and because of this, whether he liked it or not, his head was hers.