Witch of War
P R I M E
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P A G E C L A I M
Say Amen
I pray for the wicked on the weekend!
Brother, can I get another amen?
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Swear to God, I ain't ever gonna repent!
Sister, can I get another amen?
Jonyna Si | Ko Vuto | Vulpesen | Tallara
That is until her five eyes converged to center on a Kel Dor whom's trademark weapon ignited to life quickly drawing The Primes attention as Ko proceeded to put themselves directly in the path of Dima.
Still hymning the tune to the pods blaring soundtrack Dima tapped her chin casually. Approaching the godborn with a suspicious squint as her massive tail gently swayed and flicked behind her as she looked Ko up and down.
"Mmmm...is this...all? Dima must admit godling. This one imagined more of you...this one hoped you'd have more friends...or that at least you'd be taller~" She mused warmly, gesturing with one of her upper arms to imply that he was a little on the shorter side. "Certainly there must be more of you on this big bird yes? Where? Help this one, lead Dima to your friends and superiors and this one could be convinced to hurt you...less?" She offered as her central-most eye focused on his lightsaber. Her other eyes tracing each of his limbs as the large Xeno closed the distance to the point where he was mere a couple feet away, showing a large disregard for both the compiling soldiers collecting behind her nor the defensive godling in her path as her tail curled before her, acting almost as a weapon of her own and lingering its sharpened barb on the end near the heated plasma of the Kel Dors sizzling blade. "Or Dima can just...hurt you more~" She mused almost sadistically as her tail rattled audibly in a alarming hostility, testing to see if she could prevoke a movement from the young padawn as the large xeno proceeded to taunt and toy with it's food~