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<blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 3132314" data-attributes="member: 4936">&quot;Ahh, the fundamental weakness of the Abyssal hordes,&quot; says a quiet, amused voice from the shadows behind the newcomer in the Abyssal tongue.&quot;Take away the strong leader, and the whole thing just falls to pieces.&quot;Another figure in dark clothes glides in behind the first. The gloom within her hood seems impenetrable save for a pair of red-irised eyes that regard the other cloaked person narrowly.&quot;Well this won't do...we're practically wearing the same thing. Allow me.&quot; With a sweep of her black-gloved hand, the speaker's form shivers, the erupts into a white-robed figure of great beauty and stern mien. Eyes that burn with celestial fire. Hooded still, though her features now perfectly visible due to the aura of light she emits, and instead of a cloak, folded feathered wings spread over her back.Yet, the ironic smile that curves her lips is too cruel to belong on anything angelic.&quot;Better, no? You may all call me Silhouette. If that's too many syllables for you to be comfortable with, you may contract it to Sil. I have just come through the gate to accompany you.&quot;The angel turns back to the masked figure.&quot;Forgive my interruption. I didn't want to miss what you had to say.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Shayuri, post: 3132314, member: 4936"] "Ahh, the fundamental weakness of the Abyssal hordes," says a quiet, amused voice from the shadows behind the newcomer in the Abyssal tongue. "Take away the strong leader, and the whole thing just falls to pieces." Another figure in dark clothes glides in behind the first. The gloom within her hood seems impenetrable save for a pair of red-irised eyes that regard the other cloaked person narrowly. "Well this won't do...we're practically wearing the same thing. Allow me." With a sweep of her black-gloved hand, the speaker's form shivers, the erupts into a white-robed figure of great beauty and stern mien. Eyes that burn with celestial fire. Hooded still, though her features now perfectly visible due to the aura of light she emits, and instead of a cloak, folded feathered wings spread over her back. Yet, the ironic smile that curves her lips is too cruel to belong on anything angelic. "Better, no? You may all call me Silhouette. If that's too many syllables for you to be comfortable with, you may contract it to Sil. I have just come through the gate to accompany you." The angel turns back to the masked figure. "Forgive my interruption. I didn't want to miss what you had to say." [/QUOTE]

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