Looking glass by Feynite.
Since it’s mermay…
A twisted and tainted demon, sunken below Andruil’s holdings. Below the lush forests, and the glittering, nearby city. Utterly undeniable as what it is.
It laughs at her.
The sound reverberates through the water. Carries through the taint in it. Magic crackles along with it, like white sparks. Her lungs are burning, her leg is burning, and this thing… this thing is…
It reaches for her.
looking glass by Feynites.
“A spirit of what?” Andruil asks. “Duty? Precision? Pride?”
Next to her, Pride stills; taken aback.
“Curiosity,” the lioness asserts.
“Surely not!” the huntress declares. “I have seen Spirits of Curiosity take on bodies before. They flit. They flutter. They never quite sit still, or stop looking at things for a moment. They do not prowl.”
Curiosity lifts her head. There is a strip of light, brighter than most, falling through the decorative window beside her. It makes the gold of her pelt gleam, and the blue of her feathers shine. She seems less leonine and more… on the verge of something else.
Current Residence: Somewhere around nothing
Favourite genre of music: there're many of them as you can see a bit higher ^.^
Favourite style of art: Painting & Airbrushing
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