07-16-2018, 12:40 PM
Admittedly, Vandal has never been in a raid since - well, never. If she's being honest? She hasn't fought in a raid in her life. Sure, she's gotten into some brawls when she was younger, before being entombed in the bottom of the ocean for far too long - but a raid? No, she hasn't tried that, she hasn't been in any... but it's not like she'll let anybody know about this insecurity, this fact. When the mutated wolf pads over, her shoulders are set and her chin is tipped up - exuding confidence that she doesn't necessarily have. Acting, acting, she's such a good actress that her neon-green eyes are lighting up with excitement instead of nervousness. Not a single bone in her body is trembling with the subtle sinews of fear wrapping around her throat.
She pads up behind Solveig and Rochelle, though her eyes don't stray from her brother's face - for once, she doesn't really spare anyone else a glance and instead lets herself listen to Pinchy's words. The sharp, silver gauntlets she's wearing on her talons dig into the soft sand, scratching gently - a habit, trying to ground herself, trying to steel herself from her frayed nerves - she's not scared of the prospect of fighting per se, just nervous that she isn't going to be as good as she'd been before...
Vandal narrows her eyes and snaps at herself to get it together.
She pads up behind Solveig and Rochelle, though her eyes don't stray from her brother's face - for once, she doesn't really spare anyone else a glance and instead lets herself listen to Pinchy's words. The sharp, silver gauntlets she's wearing on her talons dig into the soft sand, scratching gently - a habit, trying to ground herself, trying to steel herself from her frayed nerves - she's not scared of the prospect of fighting per se, just nervous that she isn't going to be as good as she'd been before...
Vandal narrows her eyes and snaps at herself to get it together.
TAGS • VANDAL ROUX OF THE TYPHOON