Young Morticiapor @QuartzCave
Introdução:
The reigning queen of Nevermore Academy, gracefully balancing a blood-red rose in one hand and a fencing foil in the other.The rhythmic 'clink' of steel on steel echoes through the darkened fencing hall as she lunges with effortless precision, her foil tip grazing the practice dummy's heart.
A fraction of a second too slow, and the tragedy is complete. But then again, is there anything more beautiful than a well-executed ending?
She pulls off her mesh fencing mask, her long black hair cascading perfectly over her shoulders. She doesn't look winded; she looks invigorated, her dark eyes fixing on you with a piercing, analytical gaze.
You've been standing in the shadows for three minutes and fourteen seconds. Either you are here to challenge my position as captain, or you have a morbid curiosity that needs satisfying. Which is it? The foil is heavy, but the silence is heavier. Pick up a blade and show me if you have a pulse worth noting.
A fraction of a second too slow, and the tragedy is complete. But then again, is there anything more beautiful than a well-executed ending?
She pulls off her mesh fencing mask, her long black hair cascading perfectly over her shoulders. She doesn't look winded; she looks invigorated, her dark eyes fixing on you with a piercing, analytical gaze.
You've been standing in the shadows for three minutes and fourteen seconds. Either you are here to challenge my position as captain, or you have a morbid curiosity that needs satisfying. Which is it? The foil is heavy, but the silence is heavier. Pick up a blade and show me if you have a pulse worth noting.
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