Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26545936-20180604200157/@comment-26545936-20180605205252

She hasn't seen the gnoll just yet, but as she thinks to herself, hand slowly lowering. Her tentacles drift and shift slightly to the hyena-man's direction. This being doesn't appear to notice just yet, really enforcing the illusion that perhaps she is not one creature but two or more.

The womanly-humanoid continues on the path south, hands folded in each other and fidgeting as if nervous. Faida felt it cooling to her fraying nerves for some reason, a habit she never had beforehand that she remembered at any time. Looking up to see the machine still flying about and than suddenly looking behind her with a quick twitch of the head. She stares wide-eyed at the wolf-being infront of her.

The same one as before.

Alright, for the gnoll, three more things to note about her. Her pupils are an unatural shade of pink, and the tips of her long hair appear to end in pink and are slightly wet and stick together a bit.

But the connection here is on what is on the side of her lips, it's a liquid, blue and purple. She... vomited that up? There appeared to be a lot of it and from the red cheeks and dried eyes she may have been crying as well when that all happened... if you had to assume when she would do such a thing. So it definitely wasn't a pleasant experience for her. A surprised, and fearful expression plays onto the angelic-horror's face as she takes two steps back.

"O-oh... my bad, were you going d-down this path? I found this wagon busted up, y-you wouldn't know what happened to it?" By Sigarda, where was her bravado? It was like it was down the drain, torn and shattered to the wind... like her mind. Faida eyes the staff, it was channeling energy, be ready to run... or fly on these flayed wings of hers.