[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180208/45b015cc5336597a20d16f646b2093b3.png[/img][url=https://fontmeme.com/halloween-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180214/7f3e8bcdfc6b99ddc09b4c411faa401e.png[/img][/url][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180208/45b015cc5336597a20d16f646b2093b3.png[/img][/center]Staring on, Esmeray watched as the group introduced themselves one by one. She had the full intention of doing so when it seemed like a good time for her to take her turn, unfortunately for her two things happened. First Osseus decided the wake-up and climb out of the bag lazily, biting down on Esmeray's arm gently causing the girl to grab the dragon by his tail and pull him off her arm before he could begin chewing on her arm again. Secondly, Esmeray's lovely brother took the opportunity to introduce her before she got the chance, calling her rude at the same time which really it did seem rude and make her look worse than she did.

Letting out a sigh Esmeray looked to the group again, [color=AF4035][b]"I was never actually given the chance to introduce myself yet so please ignore my dear brother..."[/b][/color] The pinkette shot a look to her brother, [color=AF4035][b]"But as he said I'm Esmeray and yes I am the Death Chosen. But hopefully, you all will be able to learn to look past that so we can work well as a team and get everyone back safely."[/b][/color] A warm, soft smile graced her lips as Esmeray finally got Osseus settled in her arms, holding him as one would hold a baby. She knew she had a long way to go before she gained the trust of everyone but it was what the Chosen strove for, that and to clear the names of Azarail and everyone who supports him... even if she died trying.