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#and I imagine Sona has heard rumors of individuals like Shen and Zed
virtuosin · 2 years
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A voice trails the darkness of the forest around them. Clear, yet strange. Deep and crisp. Threatening.. but calm. It reaches out from behind her at first, "You are not unlike him." It changes direction, rippling in from the opposite side if she turned to look at all. "I understand now." If she turned back, she would be greeted by a tall, lean man clad in light armor, and weaponry seated upon his forearms. Respectfully distanced with red eyes focused, "Lady Sona Buvelle." (from shadowxmaster)
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"'Him?'" A voice would echo across the expanse of his mind, but not within the distance between their physical forms. Magic, but it should come as no surprise for this individual. An Ionian knows another Ionian. Beyond that, it would seem he knows far more about her than merely her lineage. The way he muses his thoughts aloud is like he's studying her, but for what purpose she couldn't say. For this 'him'? Who was 'him'? Curious yet was the way he prowled about her, shapeless as the shadows seeking to consume her. Poised, Sona remains without a blemish of fear on her features despite knowing the lethality capable of an individual such as this. It's only when the man stands tall and greets her proper does Sona fold her hands before her and offer a courteous nod of acknowledgement. Now, with eyes studying his figure, she feels a tinge of concern well up. These features are reminiscent of rumors she's heard of. And the way he manipulates the shadows...it leaves her curious. Dangerously curious. For a moment her mind flickers to a certain scythe wielder but she quickly brushes it away to focus on the man before her. "A pleasure to be acquainted with you, sir...if you'll pardon my boldness, I would ask if you're the one that's been mentioned to me before," She pauses, brows knitting just gently enough to be noticeable from the distance. There is no hostility in her pinching brow, but the pulling of strings as she pieces together her assumptions. If this was who she thought it was then she ought to be safe. Well, as safe as one can be in the company of assassins. "...are you the Master I have heard of?"
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