Snippet #2712055

While facing the man intently a right leg gracefully bent down to make the barest touch to a rafter. Her body torqued letting one hand free to glide a silken tiptoe to the side of an opposing rafter with her left leg. Astride she loosed her grip from the roof to turn upright. Attentive eyes might notice the legs pivot in a larger freedoms than anything that had bones inside constrained only by the hard armor plates upon her surface.

There was no strain in her quiet sandy voice from where silver-red eyes never left sight of the man, "The host's soul can take no more wakeful hours. The host must rest but wherever one may lie I am not lost. That is all."

She loosed her back leg and knelt slowly through the air to let herself down from the rafters with both hands as if elegantly pouring through the air than one should fall through it. There wasn't even a barest crater of dust where her toes struck earth. The tiniest rim around the mithril tip along what looked like matte thigh socks pushed upward in the dirt.

The breastplate had ornate designs upon as in the better light much that wasn't contained by porcelain mask or evening glove was clad in armor-lace. Her severe if attractive hourglass figure bent what looked like shining metal plate in ways it ought not to do much less with without appreciable noise. Especially so without breaking a spine.

The mask and head torqued side to side dragging the black hair nimbus with it, "None know my name yet. So by the will of Myrkul's Vein none can ask me to do evil. But I must defend my host."