Post by Techno♥ on Dec 17, 2012 22:03:55 GMT -5
[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Kotoria Beverly Aralyn Dante's Court Battle Strategist Single |
THERE'S SOMETHING VERY DAMAGED ABOUT YOU
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Kori was definitely the type to attend social outings, unless she was needed elsewhere. At this particular time, she had done all she could until trouble came a-knocking, and she felt she deserved a break. The pink-haired spitfire had been quick to find two or three friends with which to go to the best meeting place they could imagine, and a great deal of fun had been had. Games of strategy (which Kori almost always won), games of luck (which she almost always lost), talking and gossiping about the various happenings in the realm... The friends felt like queens of the scene, especially with social butterfly Kotoria at their side.
But all good things had to come to an end. The others were tired soon, and tired of the action, while their bright-haired companion was not. She had told them to go and get sleep, and secretly she would enjoy the alone time. Just sitting by herself, clad head to toe in red, she casually watched the games go on with a sharp eye. She didn't know much, but she was a logic thinker when it was either her, or her opponent. That was why Kori felt so confident in red - as if she was a goddess. A goddess of war and raw power. She smirked, sparkling red curving delightfully. The girl absently played with her sparkling bangle, examining her new and only ring of real value. It was so pretty! She'd traded in an old sword for it and the ear studs she wore, also red gems. In a world of dark black mist, she was vibrant like freshly spilled blood. Kori also looked over her nails. She didn't often do anything special to them, and she never grew them out - she needed her hands in battle, and the last thing she needed was a broken nail - but they looked okay short and glittering. Every now and again, she'd smooth her dress, which clung to her body (except her chest, which was great because she could breathe) tightly. Just barely hidden were the tops of her mesh tights, leading to an exotic anklet with a fluke resemblance to her ring, bracelet, ear studs, and necklace. In her equally bright but less war-like hair, she wore a double-rose comb, just a little something to tie to outfit together. Everything had been chosen carefully, and now she wore it carefully, after a time of carefree laughing and pulling her tights back up every five minutes.
She knew she looked nice, and better yet, she was comfortable with herself and her unexpected abilities. She wasn't here for others, or even for her friends - she was here for herself. The girl continued to watch the others with interest in her deep, warm eyes.
this post contains 463 words, and is tagged for Clarence Alder (Hierodinious). Woo red! <3
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