sinner playing as a preacher

K I A D A golden child, lion girl — tell me what it’s like to conquer. It was a trek back to the portal, and for what Kiada had no real idea. Perhaps it was to try and gain information, to see if the portal would open at will if people chose to leave, or if it was just an eerie version of the Helovian threshold, swallowing and spitting creatures out here and there. But unlike Helovia, the young Harpy had no home to recruit these creatures to. Instead, all she had to offer was information. That this was the Rift, and they were here to heal it. Yet, the more she thought about it, the more she remembered the ball of hope that floated along her hip, bouncing to and fro, illuminating the world around her ever so slightly as she wandered. At least it was something she could share, unlike a herd to call home. She snorted quietly to herself at the thought, wondering just what kind of beasts roamed this land if it weren’t equines. Would it be like the Metus? Unseeing with it’s menacing churning teeth, set on a rotation of destruction? Would it be like those spirits that called out to Erebos as if he were an old friend to try and lure him into the dark? She didn’t know, yet she wore her armor as if to be prepared in case something went wrong. Her luscious thick body was covered over the top of her with rose gold armor, stretched to cover her spotted rump, her shoulders, and most of her charcoal mane. Her faceplate was adorned with sharp bladed feathers, illuminated with teal-black fire dancing between their points as she wandered. She looked like a Goddess of War, the way she carried herself with her head held high and Khairi circling her overhead, despite her wandering thoughts. Her dark inky legs moved her easily across the ground, her icy eyes surveying the world around her until she came across the scent of two creatures – both extremely unfamiliar to her. They smelled equine, though, and that was enough for Kiada to investigate. As she emerged, her eyes were immediately drawn to a creature of pure ivory. She’d have thought him to be an angel, if such things existed. They lingered for a moment, before her gaze caught movement of the complete opposite of the alabaster man before her. This creature was black as death, with white markings adorning his face like a skull. Curiously, she tilted her head slightly from her vantage point, watching as the man directed his attention toward the beast appearing to entrap the ivory man. Before the unknown creatures can speak, she steps through the glowing eyes in the foliage and smiles an honest wide grin toward them. “Welcome to the Rift.” She announces, her eyes dancing between the two strangers. fearless child, broken girl — tell me what it’s like to burn.

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@Alastor @Yezdao kiada had to join :3