Post by Aleksandra Volkov on Jul 15, 2013 19:55:04 GMT -8
"Vladyka," a soft voice with a Slavic accent murmured as she knelt before the dark lady perched on her throne, "I have returned as you requested. I will serve by your side until death may take me. I will be your fledgeling once again."
Aleksandra looked up to the woman before her, and stood, her long sleeveless coat brushing the ground. Their style was eerily similar, with long coats, dark pants, tall boots and deep hoods. Alyx however, did not wear a mask to hide her pale cheeks and ruby lips. Her black hair tumbled over one shoulder in gentle waves, streaks of the glistening white under layer woven throughout the obsidian curtain. As she pushed off her hood, her bangs parted enough to show the silver of her irises, which narrowed as she smirked, "I am yours to command, Lady Aleria van de Lysne."
Aleksandra looked up to the woman before her, and stood, her long sleeveless coat brushing the ground. Their style was eerily similar, with long coats, dark pants, tall boots and deep hoods. Alyx however, did not wear a mask to hide her pale cheeks and ruby lips. Her black hair tumbled over one shoulder in gentle waves, streaks of the glistening white under layer woven throughout the obsidian curtain. As she pushed off her hood, her bangs parted enough to show the silver of her irises, which narrowed as she smirked, "I am yours to command, Lady Aleria van de Lysne."
