07-22-2015, 12:06 PM
 Tyrna If we don't make it alive, well it's a hell of a good day to die
"A pleasure to meet you I guess, Rodrik." The name sounds strange on her tongue. Something rather, well, boring. She would have expected something more fearsome from the decrepit creature. Though she isn't a fan of the mockery, and a soft growl slips through her lips in response, there is something wonderfully enticing about him. This being does not belong here. The daylight casts a harshness to his features. It illuminates the strands of flesh that are best left hidden in the shadows and seems to amplify the creak of his joints. His scraps of hide could turn the strongest of stomachs, and the glint in his eye could scare the bravest of men. But Tyrna wasn't afraid. In the back of her mind she knew she should be. She recognized that hollow hunger that lurked in the corners of his features. Something you saw out of the corner of your eye when it was already too late and the predator had caught you in it's teeth. The wolf in her head howled with pleasure at the sight, finally a kindred spirit. Though it still wanted to feast on the tasty flesh hanging so readily available. She stands her ground, ever the fearless warrior. A smirk creeps it's way across her lips as she stares down the ragged lich, matching the hunger in his eyes with one of her own and in that regard at least she knows they are on equal footing. think of the death.thinkof the destructionthat could be had. the feastohthefeast we could have if we ranranran with him The wolf whispers in her ear sending visions of beautiful chaos. Oh the fun it could have if only given the opportunity. Tyrna shakes her head in a futile attempt to shake the incessant badgering the beast gave her before smiling at Rodrik once more. "So, Rodrik, what brings a creature like you skulking from the shadows?" Silver dapple sabino|Mare|Andalusian Hybrid|Falls |