Snippet #2688317

Amid separating major layers of skin from sinew Apan stopped for a moment to remove his face mask. His was an exotic face framed in shoulder length sandy blonde hair from some forgotten desert region. With blue eyes? Or teal perhaps? The longer one looked and blinked at him the harder it was to pin down the exact shade. The whole of his face had a similar feeling like something had changed. The only constant was thin pale lichtenberg figures, like those hit with lightning strikes, running up from below the neckline of his robe. It was difficult to tell when they rearranged his tanned skin ever so slightly the instant out of sight.

Apan offered a smile and a free hand that somehow forgot the soiling blood on the way over, "A pleasure to meet you, lady warrior. As long as your beauty and metal someday bring me more specimen I'll not disparage either. This one is still warm I assume our benefactor is inside."

Thumb-clamped scalpel hand weaved through his auburn hair Apan curled one side of his smile, "One wouldn't want to go into the dark without having an idea of what's there. Thus I seek knowledge! Are you here to make an implement of it?"