[Center][color=bc8dbf][h2]Grima[/h2]
Level 4
0/40 EXP

Location: Esaka - Mid Tier
Wordcount: 371 (+1 EXP)[/color][/Center]

Darkness fell, and flames rose. In the distance of where the Seekers of Light handled the threat of systematic destruction by self-destructing machines, a woman with stark white hair simply stood on the second floor of the home she was, temporarily, residing in, her red eyes reflecting the distant fire as she brought a cup of steaming tea to her lips. The woman, the vessel of the Fell Dragon Grima, did not panic at the sight of an actual attack taking place in the city, seeing it more as a… Pleasurable distraction. Even from far away, it was more entertaining than much of Esaka had provided for her.

The house that she resided in was a fairly fancy place, furnished with more focus on showcasing ‘status’ than comfort, and currently lended to her by a… Like minded individual. [url=https://pm1.aminoapps.com/6876/4c7f2fd019fe2d2b5dcabbd49f4312b09701743cr1-764-1571v2_00.jpg]A green haired snake[/url] that thought they could twist the Fell Dragon’s graces with gifts and flattery.  While they were busy with ‘other tasks’, they allowed her to use their home as a resting place… A gift that she, despite her admonishment, actually took joy in. It saved her the trouble of having to mingle with the worms that infested this city anymore than she had to.

Grima had promised herself that she would give that snake a quick, painless death as repayment for this gift, once her plans were complete. 

Those plans, naturally, tied all the way back to her true self, whose connection she could still feel: Faint and imprisoned, a heartbeat whose only tether to this world was through this frail vessel. Despite that frailty, Grima’s plans had led her to this city of warriors. It was a place where gathering connections and power would be easy: All she had to do was win a tournament and she would have a direct spot with the so called ‘elite’, and once she was there, it would be simple to begin the real work.

Taking a final sip of her nightly drink, Grima turned on her heel, heading back into the home she was given. The entertainment for the evening was nice, but Grima had a tournament to win… And her body required proper rest before it could fight at full capacity.