riowyn.magwell
Your Time Has Come
Synthetic eyes scan a surrounding that her defunct organic eyes are no longer able to. The tension in the room was never built; it was always stretched taut like piano wire wrapped around two gloved hands. She kneels before the judging gaze of an ancient council, taking her time with grace in every motion. There is something in store for the encounter with vastly different motives on each end. Today...there will be a marriage of blood to her blade.
>> Details in my blog
>> Taken at Insilico
Your Time Has Come
Synthetic eyes scan a surrounding that her defunct organic eyes are no longer able to. The tension in the room was never built; it was always stretched taut like piano wire wrapped around two gloved hands. She kneels before the judging gaze of an ancient council, taking her time with grace in every motion. There is something in store for the encounter with vastly different motives on each end. Today...there will be a marriage of blood to her blade.
>> Details in my blog
>> Taken at Insilico