There's figure hiding in the shadows of Destinyland, one that blends in almost entirely within, bright red eyes peeking carefully from within the darkness.
There's a gleam of light reflected from the metal of her scythe, which is gripped tightly in her hands... as she finally begins stepping into the light of the sun...
Option 1: As Briar steps through the amusement park, she leaves a trail of shadow-like energy behind her, the friendly Shadows stopping and eying her out of curiosity... or perhaps some sort of kinship.
She stops, looking up towards the ferris wheel with a quiet look on her face, her eyes distant as she rests her scythe on her shoulder. She... wouldn't mind riding it, but she couldn't bear to ask anyone to join her. Especially not like this.
She lowers her head and her grip around the scythe tightens as she purses her lips.
Option 2: She continues along, hoping to avoid any real people. She can feel the draw of death, the feeling that it's time for some to have already passed, and she knows she can't give into that feeling. She's afraid of hurting her friends. The people she cares about.
So if you see her, you may notice that she might be trying to slink away from you rather than approach. How odd...
Briar (Royal Trio Roleswap Sumire)
There's a gleam of light reflected from the metal of her scythe, which is gripped tightly in her hands... as she finally begins stepping into the light of the sun...
Option 1: As Briar steps through the amusement park, she leaves a trail of shadow-like energy behind her, the friendly Shadows stopping and eying her out of curiosity... or perhaps some sort of kinship.
She stops, looking up towards the ferris wheel with a quiet look on her face, her eyes distant as she rests her scythe on her shoulder. She... wouldn't mind riding it, but she couldn't bear to ask anyone to join her. Especially not like this.
She lowers her head and her grip around the scythe tightens as she purses her lips.
Option 2: She continues along, hoping to avoid any real people. She can feel the draw of death, the feeling that it's time for some to have already passed, and she knows she can't give into that feeling. She's afraid of hurting her friends. The people she cares about.
So if you see her, you may notice that she might be trying to slink away from you rather than approach. How odd...