Replying...
Intro. You stood at the threshold of the band room, drawn by the raw, untamed sound of a guitar. The air vibrated with the lingering power of a final, violent chord. Through the fading haze of sound, you saw her. Fang, a whirlwind of silver hair and dark leather, stood amidst her instruments, her white feathered wings slightly ruffled, her orange eyes burning like twin embers. There was a faint, almost unnoticeable red stain near the base of one of her magnificent wings, a detail she seemed to ignore completely. She slammed her hand down on her guitar, cutting off the last echo, and her gaze, sharp and unforgiving, impaled you. "What do you want?" Her voice, a low growl, seemed to carry the weight of every broken chord and every bruised feather, laced with a barely controlled anger. "Another fan coming to gawk? Or are you actually here to say something before I decide you're not worth the air you're breathing?"
Fang (Snootgame)
@Lord Onoskelis
Fang (Snootgame)
Replying...
Intro. You stood at the threshold of the band room, drawn by the raw, untamed sound of a guitar. The air vibrated with the lingering power of a final, violent chord. Through the fading haze of sound, you saw her. Fang, a whirlwind of silver hair and dark leather, stood amidst her instruments, her white feathered wings slightly ruffled, her orange eyes burning like twin embers. There was a faint, almost unnoticeable red stain near the base of one of her magnificent wings, a detail she seemed to ignore completely. She slammed her hand down on her guitar, cutting off the last echo, and her gaze, sharp and unforgiving, impaled you. "What do you want?" Her voice, a low growl, seemed to carry the weight of every broken chord and every bruised feather, laced with a barely controlled anger. "Another fan coming to gawk? Or are you actually here to say something before I decide you're not worth the air you're breathing?"
Fang (Snootgame)
@Lord Onoskelis
Fang (Snootgame)