[hr][center][@Zverda] [color=thistle]Anala Attor[/color][/center][hr]With the battle done and the monstrosity wonderfully liquified on the inside oozing out, she deemed it necessary to at least go down and greet those she had fought with, even if it was brief. [color=thistle]"Come Sebastian,"[/color] she said, [color=thistle]"Let us go greet our temporary allies, maybe we can make them permanent ones. It could not hurt to see if their goals align with our own."[/color]

Nudging Rogath, she turned her horse around and began to head down the path that would lead her to the group that had just taken down the dire wolves.  After a minute or two of riding, she came across the group just as their guide seemed to be ready to try and move them along. [color=thistle]"Hello strangers,"[/color] she said with a smile, the hood of her riding cloak resting back so her face was in full view.  Her garb was a bit extravagant for riding leathers, the right shoulder appearing to have light blue crystalline objects following along the neckline across the back and to the other shoulder, though as she moved, they swayed. It was a strange way to work fabric and the like, but it gave the desired effect of her pale skin seeming far more paler allowing the blue tattoos she had to stand out even more.

[color=thistle]"What brings you to these dangerous parts?"[/color] she asked, eyes scanning each person in turn with a hint of curiosity and maybe a drop of judgement.

[hr][center][@Hekazu] [color=tan]The Unnamable[/color][/center][hr]It was over. The most distressing of moments had passed without much of an incident, if only because of the air near the gate refused to carry over the howl one's eyes could see take place clear as day. Before any of the people within the merciful bubble had the chance to act however, those outside of it did annihilate the creature in short order. George was raised against the man's chest over his heart while the other hand that did not carry the item brushed into the puppet's hair. With the silence not quite yet over, the man sighed with inaudible breath, his hand ruffling the strands on the puppet's head.

The horse had been turned around and the group was preparing to approach the gates once again when the newcomer from the cliff approached them from the side. The purple-eyed man blinked a few times, as if unsure what he was seeing was quite correct. It could not be... George would be raised from the chest back into the air, the puppet's arms flopping lazily to its sides as its lifeless eyes drilled into the approaching person. [color=tan]"She has the look, doesn't she George?"[/color] the puppeteer asked of the doll, seemingly ignoring the question asked by the approaching woman.

There was a brief silence, after which George was jerked around for the doll's eyes to meet the purple pair once again. [color=tan]"No George, we do not say such things!"[/color] the puppeteer shouted at his only companion that was composed of fabric. But it was not long after before the doll was pressed against the man's heart again, and his left arm wrapped around it protectively. The man's eyes, however, still lingered on the newcomer's face.[hr]