[It is like the act of a play moving forward while Terra stares on. She can't react as if her feet are glued in place, paralyzed by something. Fear? It can't be fear. She hasn't experienced such an emotion in so long but then there is that voice within her. Was it that voices fear?
You can't hurt him!
But what if she isn't given a choice? She won't die in place of others, she's lived this long. It is selfish and maybe even cruel but the beast within Terra doesn't care. She said she'd return and she will.
A growl rose in her throat and her claws twitched as magic danced threatening between her fingers. She in unaware of the pull in the back of her mind as if the dark seed has only begun to bud after being rooted into her very core. It is as much a part of her as her bestial form.
Her inhuman gaze locks on Sephiroth and it appears as if she is reading for an attack.
no subject
You can't hurt him!
But what if she isn't given a choice? She won't die in place of others, she's lived this long. It is selfish and maybe even cruel but the beast within Terra doesn't care. She said she'd return and she will.
A growl rose in her throat and her claws twitched as magic danced threatening between her fingers. She in unaware of the pull in the back of her mind as if the dark seed has only begun to bud after being rooted into her very core. It is as much a part of her as her bestial form.
Her inhuman gaze locks on Sephiroth and it appears as if she is reading for an attack.
Who's your target?]