Her shirt is shredded, her abdomen scored with long gashes. Her arms are in the same shape.
Also, she looks ready to tear the skinwalker's spine out through its nasal cavity. She is not, will not, be used as a threat or a taunt. "Me. It was talking to me. I was fighting that thing the first time I came through. A rift opened up right next to me. I thought it was a portal to the Nevernever, but--"
She grips the katana, and the light dims. Not through any loss of will on her part--quite the contrary, in fact. "What about you?"
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Date: 2010-01-14 06:49 am (UTC)Also, she looks ready to tear the skinwalker's spine out through its nasal cavity. She is not, will not, be used as a threat or a taunt. "Me. It was talking to me. I was fighting that thing the first time I came through. A rift opened up right next to me. I thought it was a portal to the Nevernever, but--"
She grips the katana, and the light dims. Not through any loss of will on her part--quite the contrary, in fact. "What about you?"