Giftvi
Junior Member
Sitting comfortably on one of the branches within the Wapelin Woods, Glassia had certainly taken to this little spot, enjoying every moment like it could be the most blissful moment of one's life was important after all. Isn't it? The sound of birds, the sound of the wind upon the branches, the sound of the bugs which echo through everywhere? Nay, not only those beautiful sounds, the sound of screams, the horrible nashing of teeth upon flesh and bone, the sound of a spear piercing skin and the gush of blood from their various orfaces. Perchance, even the lovely sound of cries of despair, as one truly realizes their life has come to an end. Those sounds, could be just as wonderful to Glassia, if she felt in the mood. Of course, if the mood was there.
Her lashes fluttered, a thin smile upon her lips, or at least on the left side of their face where her lips existed. A sigh of pleasure escaping from out of her throat. As she rolled briefly upon the branch to look towards where the sound came from, the sight of the group in and of itself just barely in her vision at this moment. She couldn't help but giggle a little as her eyes set upon Zolgen, at that moment Glassia undoubtedly had some of her curiosity fulfilled already. A curiosity of what exactly? A curiosity upon the individual, the monster which called itself 'Zolgen', and what 'he' or however it saw itself to call itself was like. After all, Zolgen had plenty of fame to his name. To say he was known throughout every corner of this world… Would be a huge overstatement, but if you got around enough here in some parts of Ryke it wouldn't be unavoidable to hear of the strange happenings. She avoided making any judgement so far, there'd be plenty to still see after all.
And it was just as funny to see the mottle crew of individuals which carried together, to openly announce your attack like this, and recruit individuals who you had never met before potentially? Well it wasn't like the world was that big if you were dealing with folk willing to cooperate with monsters who took no time for a facade or anything of the like after all. As Zolgen and the rest of them approached the tree line where a totem stood, juxtaposed to the warm moist air here within Ryke, Glassia and Agrigore would come face to face with one another first. Looking upon the curious sight of this odd ensemble and beautifully curious creature of bone, scales, and teeth. “#Oh. Aren't you a fun looking one?#” She said, face to face with the odd monstrosity. Before quickly continuing as they looked towards Zolgen, “#Oh don't misunderstand something, I'm not one of the cultists. Just here to get a look at a special someone. Namely, you. So openly recruiting? It was quite entertaining to hear, got a good laugh from that. So what is this whole thing about, just a matter of feeling territorial? Or something else?#”
Curious to hear whatever this monster might say, whether truthfully or not at all, simply passing the time to sate her curiosity above all else. The most important thing one could do. The visage of Glassia itself was quite a curious one, but there certainly wasn't an air of brutishness, rather immediately a slight air of sophistication by the way they carried themselves. The way in which they dressed, and seemed to show a sense of care towards their own appearance. Compared to the indifference, or lack of such feelings that for example Zolgen, Draeyth and/or Agrigore might experience in a facet of what they are like. Their attention briefly fluttered across the others standing close by here, in particular to Naori. Though, as to what caught her attention? A wonderful question~
Her lashes fluttered, a thin smile upon her lips, or at least on the left side of their face where her lips existed. A sigh of pleasure escaping from out of her throat. As she rolled briefly upon the branch to look towards where the sound came from, the sight of the group in and of itself just barely in her vision at this moment. She couldn't help but giggle a little as her eyes set upon Zolgen, at that moment Glassia undoubtedly had some of her curiosity fulfilled already. A curiosity of what exactly? A curiosity upon the individual, the monster which called itself 'Zolgen', and what 'he' or however it saw itself to call itself was like. After all, Zolgen had plenty of fame to his name. To say he was known throughout every corner of this world… Would be a huge overstatement, but if you got around enough here in some parts of Ryke it wouldn't be unavoidable to hear of the strange happenings. She avoided making any judgement so far, there'd be plenty to still see after all.
And it was just as funny to see the mottle crew of individuals which carried together, to openly announce your attack like this, and recruit individuals who you had never met before potentially? Well it wasn't like the world was that big if you were dealing with folk willing to cooperate with monsters who took no time for a facade or anything of the like after all. As Zolgen and the rest of them approached the tree line where a totem stood, juxtaposed to the warm moist air here within Ryke, Glassia and Agrigore would come face to face with one another first. Looking upon the curious sight of this odd ensemble and beautifully curious creature of bone, scales, and teeth. “#Oh. Aren't you a fun looking one?#” She said, face to face with the odd monstrosity. Before quickly continuing as they looked towards Zolgen, “#Oh don't misunderstand something, I'm not one of the cultists. Just here to get a look at a special someone. Namely, you. So openly recruiting? It was quite entertaining to hear, got a good laugh from that. So what is this whole thing about, just a matter of feeling territorial? Or something else?#”
Curious to hear whatever this monster might say, whether truthfully or not at all, simply passing the time to sate her curiosity above all else. The most important thing one could do. The visage of Glassia itself was quite a curious one, but there certainly wasn't an air of brutishness, rather immediately a slight air of sophistication by the way they carried themselves. The way in which they dressed, and seemed to show a sense of care towards their own appearance. Compared to the indifference, or lack of such feelings that for example Zolgen, Draeyth and/or Agrigore might experience in a facet of what they are like. Their attention briefly fluttered across the others standing close by here, in particular to Naori. Though, as to what caught her attention? A wonderful question~
NAORI DESTIEEN 
