Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170103091405/@comment-26517142-20170511031101

The younger Aswang sits in front of Cire. Her bluish eyes, clouded by a mist of black, peer past his normal self. Following her lead, other children sit beside her and chatter about Cire. Well… Sidapa, in their tongue.



“ My sisters here wonder why Sidapa would waste his time with us mere Mamono.” She looks a bit to the others, as if to tell them to hush. They follow her at once.

“ If you must know…. all the Aswangs here are my sisters. 50 of them.I am the 40th child. “ She bows slightly. “ My older sister wants to dance for you.”



And as she said this, Racer came out. She was almost naked, save for jewelry placed upon her embarrassing areas to look like clothing. Her brilliant black hair flowed freely at the passing dead wind.

She poked at Cire’ s shoulder. She was drawing his attention. Then<span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif";mso-ascii-font-family: "DroidSans"">… with a slow walk, she made a sashaying turn and danced to the rhythm of an invisible song<span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:"DroidSans"">…

<p class="MsoNormal">Cire was able to picture it out.

<p class="MsoNormal">The song she was dancing<span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:"DroidSans"">… was similar to his battle-song. The song he whistled back on the boat<span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:"DroidSans"">…