09-01-2016, 06:08 PM
The Ijiraq spoke. It was like fingernails on the chalk board. Aria grit her teeth together. It felt like death. It wanted to kill. It pulled at the darkness with in, it called to end the life in front of her - she wanted to do it but she refrained.
Aria closed her eyes. The feeling never left. It did no good. When she opened her eyes it was solid - or solid enough. Aria raised her sword, tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword. If she was fast enough....
Aria closed her eyes. The feeling never left. It did no good. When she opened her eyes it was solid - or solid enough. Aria raised her sword, tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword. If she was fast enough....