Chela could feel it even in the flesh made as close to mortal as she had been before the Dark Man. The moment felt much as it had when she had been pushed from the roof.
Another moment of tempting homicide in the Waste Lands. Her eyes shifted to the side as the blue-black of their depths narrowed. Chela was alone in this but then this was something she was used to.
For the time being the pair walked side by side even as the Painter knew that Rosaura was doing nothing more then toying with her. The Star Maiden was waiting for nothing more then a perfect moment to attack.
"You know, Painter, you should stay here. It seems to suit you... all this despair and desolate grey."
It only gave Chela a reason to pause to consider the landscape around her. Her back straightened as she took in the broken down buildings, the ash coated land, the smoke kissed sky. There was the briefest moment where Chela almost wondered if perhaps... if maybe, she did fit in here.
"Mm, poor little girl you realize it don't you? How very much alone you are. How no one would come to save you. I'm not going to let you make it to sunrise. I think though...it's about time to have some fun."
Her eyes narrowed into thin slits as that deep snarl resonated through her, near to permeate from her skin and crawl out in a breath. It was the breath she needed as Rosaura was sudden to twist around to head back the way they had come.
A mortal chasing after a fallen star. There were so many impossible things but Chela couldn't let Rosaura reach the Under King or the Prince of Below.
She had no choice but to make the star bleed. Human or not, mortality meant nothing to her.
When she had nothing left to live for, what so much was it to forsake or turn from the possibility of true death?
It was time for Chela to find out.
Another moment of tempting homicide in the Waste Lands. Her eyes shifted to the side as the blue-black of their depths narrowed. Chela was alone in this but then this was something she was used to.
For the time being the pair walked side by side even as the Painter knew that Rosaura was doing nothing more then toying with her. The Star Maiden was waiting for nothing more then a perfect moment to attack.
"You know, Painter, you should stay here. It seems to suit you... all this despair and desolate grey."
It only gave Chela a reason to pause to consider the landscape around her. Her back straightened as she took in the broken down buildings, the ash coated land, the smoke kissed sky. There was the briefest moment where Chela almost wondered if perhaps... if maybe, she did fit in here.
"Mm, poor little girl you realize it don't you? How very much alone you are. How no one would come to save you. I'm not going to let you make it to sunrise. I think though...it's about time to have some fun."
Her eyes narrowed into thin slits as that deep snarl resonated through her, near to permeate from her skin and crawl out in a breath. It was the breath she needed as Rosaura was sudden to twist around to head back the way they had come.
A mortal chasing after a fallen star. There were so many impossible things but Chela couldn't let Rosaura reach the Under King or the Prince of Below.
She had no choice but to make the star bleed. Human or not, mortality meant nothing to her.
When she had nothing left to live for, what so much was it to forsake or turn from the possibility of true death?
It was time for Chela to find out.