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You call me strange and yet you’re the oddest hume I’ve ever raised eyes upon.
Not a stranger to those clad in armor, Lede quickly brought her hands to her side, ready to strike at her opponent’s vital spots. Even armor had gaps, and as the suit walked closer, the demon’s gaze focused only on the approaching heavy steps.
Maybe the design of the helmet was meant to intimidate others, but it had little effect on the demon.
With a smile of a snake, she waited patiently till he was within reach. A seductive smile, a sultry sway of the hips were enough to drop any man’s guard.
“Hello.”
”Hello there…” Ultimecia stepped out and looked at the young girl in front of her. “Where are we?” Ultimecia had been exploring more of her realm when she ended up in another timeline, here.
Lede would have mistaken the markings on the woman’s face for tribal tattoos but the red marks extended to her hands where in the shape of claws than fingernails. Orange eyes dilated and the demon carefully observed the witch’s foreign attire.
“Ivalice.” The younger woman spoke, as she eyed her woman’s claws. “I know naught of where else we might be.”
(Source: thesubservient)
She stared at the woman’s unusual attire. With each step, the green (?) dress swayed against the woman’s body, making appear she was slithering across the ground than walking.
Lede walked on, trying to ignore the growing line of followers and minding her own business involving finding Celia and the marquis- the whispers against cloth and the continue slithering from the summoner distracted the demon.
You are a strange one…
The same can be said for you, hume.
(Source: lustorasami)
Oh. Oh.
“Well…” A long drew out smile stretched across the assassin’s face. Her bright orange eyes practically gleaming with delight as she watched the little princess about. ”To who do I owe this unusual visit?”
Demons such as her had very little need for sustenance but her wings gave out. Lede sighed,took the form of a young woman once more. Coming across a wooden bench, she relaxed and spared a glance at her new follower.
The young girl’s chestnut brown hair reminded her vaguely of the two assassins that had once worked along side Duke Barrington.
There was nothing out of ordinary with the new follower.
And yet…
