Blond hair lay in waves over delicate shoulders as pristine nails positioned the mass of locks just so. A firm belief that one should appear their best no matter the deed at hand, Kesla Fawn detested laziness in ones looks. Eyes as blue as the glacial snow in the Northern Sosarian regions gazed at the crumpled figure before her. Moving her hands down the bodice of her own midnight gown, her gaze raked over the others attire. A tattered skirt of maroon lay caked in mixture of mud and human tissue. The later of which, brought a smile to Kesla's face.
"She should never have turned her back." Kesla spoke as if the broken woman were capable of listening. Her spirit long since having left her body, vacant brown eyes could only continue to stare into the heavens above. "A mistake she is about to regret."
Until now, the hulking male to the right had been relatively unnoticed save for when he snapped the raven haired Gypsy's neck like a beef steak at a tavern night. He moved now, clunky and low, handing a small vile of what he had drained from the now lifeless corpse before them.
The corners of her mouth turned up as she took the vial and examined it. Age and weathered decisions etched themselves across what was once a flawless alabaster face. "Dispose of if it," she said gesturing to the woman. "Burn it if you wish. It is simply Gypsy Garbage." Turning quietly on her heel Kesla set out for the nearest Arcane Circle...
"She should never have turned her back." Kesla spoke as if the broken woman were capable of listening. Her spirit long since having left her body, vacant brown eyes could only continue to stare into the heavens above. "A mistake she is about to regret."
Until now, the hulking male to the right had been relatively unnoticed save for when he snapped the raven haired Gypsy's neck like a beef steak at a tavern night. He moved now, clunky and low, handing a small vile of what he had drained from the now lifeless corpse before them.
The corners of her mouth turned up as she took the vial and examined it. Age and weathered decisions etched themselves across what was once a flawless alabaster face. "Dispose of if it," she said gesturing to the woman. "Burn it if you wish. It is simply Gypsy Garbage." Turning quietly on her heel Kesla set out for the nearest Arcane Circle...