Princess of Hell.
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Princess of Hell.
@OfWildIsle

( mental images of a messy studio apartment littered with empty frozen yogurt cups flashed by in an instant. the only roommate was a giant, glowing bunny, undoubtedly busy gnawing through the last intact piece of furniture at this very moment. still, her arms opened —

... of course I do. your adorable flaming horse was generous enough to give me the grand tour. ( the steed's flaming skull nudged against her shoulder. protesting the poor choice of words. ) ow... yeah, sorry /pegasus/. not a horse.

yes... games. don't get me wrong, the Hieron is gorgeous, very authentic and all... but there is absolutely nothing to do around here. i kinda got bored.



( a soft, genuine smile replaced earlier hesitation. the title of goddess was not bestowed lightly; having witnessed the terrifying scale of godlike power before, the sheer kindness radiating from the amazon felt entirely divine. even when they were pitted aganist each other by —

( fumbling the explanation urged her fingers to rise, a sorry attempt to partially shielding her face and avoid eye contact. upon hearing Diana's question her gaze shifted back, brows furrowed in confusion before her sight dropped to translucent arms. ) "oh, this? —

( contrition flickered within her features. consulting her father would undoubtedly provide methods to sever this lingering tie entirely, yet sensing that distant, powerful presence across the world brought her comfort. with that, the sensation of unintentionally invading —

( a slow descent was made to settle softly into the tall grass beside Diana. knees were pulled close to the chest, glowing palms pressing flat against the ground. a slight shift in posture allowed for a direct, studying look at the amazon. ) "well... yes, but no." —
