[h3][color=darkorchid]"And I bet that's not even your Final Form"[/color]
                             -Amirite or amirite? :\ [/h3]



Solomon neutralized the two Ursae with ease, donning a suit of armor with an appropriate wolf motif.  His primary weapon, it seemed, reflected the user's earlier remarks, how Faunus were discouraged from showing pride in their heritage.  Lelia also recalled how Solomon was dismayed at this, that most humans would find a threat in his ethnicity.  Having been taught that Faunus were equals, Lelia was especially angered by this.  Not by the discrimination Solomon endured--which is unforgivable--but his indifference to human oppression, his acceptance of ignorance.  Lelia refused to play the fool.

That shining armor and its inhuman Lunar vibe.

The way its crimson glowed brightly, as if driven by purpose.

It reminded her of the Beowolves.

The hissing was louder this time, and following the serpentine crescendo, a trio of King Taijitus.  Their forked tongues licked the air as if fear could be tasted.  Maybe it was a hunger for a living being's aura?  Lelia imagined she stuck out like a sweet violet popsicle.  Either way, she had no intention of seeing the digestive system of these motherfreakin' snakes.  Not even for science. 

Only one thing felt practical at the time.

[color=darkorchid]"Hey, King.  Run."[/color]

[@AquaAzura]


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