Character(s): Golden Sparrow, Sin Spawn, Lumen
Content: Golden Sparrow arrives in Paixao!
Setting: Niflheim
Time: Daytime
Warnings: Confusing speech patterns
Golden Sparrow was not pleased, which may seem odd to others who had come as close to death as she had. It could be expected she leap for joy, smile, and, perhaps were she more outgoing, that she
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Familiar things were something that the particular lumen could feel for. The tamafelis weaved between the legs, in and out, of a grouping of natives, rubbing against them, dragon-like wings pulled in around its cat-like body. The only thing making it look a hint of threatening were the spikes curving done its back. But to the natives, the brightly toned creature remained friendly, and when it bounded away, enjoying the fake-daylight, glowing golden eyes peered around and ears perked.
Music. The sad melody. But the being didn't have any resurfaced memories, perhaps a small flutter of emptiness if it lingered too long, but then its body glowered more, and the lumen moved its way over to the source.
It put paws up on the edge of the bench, and curiously, sniffed at the instrument that the girl - certainly another non-native - plucked at.
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The fact that it had led it to another very attractive target was, as far as it was concerned, little more than an added bonus. Killing two was better than killing one, after all.
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"Who are you?" she asked, as though speaking to a strange dog. Gently, she extended a hand towards it. "Are you lost?" Surely, it must have an owner, or someone who played with it and fed it. She glanced up, but all she could see were the queerly empty faces of the strange people who inhabited this land.
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It growled lowly and paced in front of the girl, oddly in a protecting way. Perhaps it had been for the music, but either way, the being stood guard, shaking with fury towards this abomination.
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The Orphan Warrior realized quickly that it was not her that the creature growled at; another, darker thing was moving towards them. And this one didn't look anywhere near as friendly.
Softly, Golden Sparrow stood, carefully laying her pipa on the bench she had abandoned. Her eyes never left the sin scale, however; she was waiting for it to make its move, ready and willing to help her little friend.
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