Strygwyr used his nose to peer through the bushes. On the other side was a big, red old fashioned convertible with chrome hubcaps and fuzzy dice on the mirror. Its lights were flashing, and some being of some sort was in the driver's seat. She turned her head instantly toward where Bloodseeker and the Dark One had crept up to watch, as if she already knew they were there.
"It's about time you got over here." She said. The car door swung open and she hopped out, a young adult girl with long brown hair, looking human of course. "Heh. 'White holes.' Wiz is always making up the randomest shit. Strygwyr!" She shut the door and started walking over.
Strygwyr stepped out of the bushes, keeping his guard up. Somehow this being knew his true name.
She looked him up and down and placed her hands on her hips, completely unarmed, completely unafraid. "Huh... Damn you look cool. And Dark One? God, I completely forgot how buggy and lizerdy you looked. I can't wait to see Eclipse, or what remains of him... Anyway! You're probably really confused. Ahem, hold on a sec. I'm just really excited and I have to calm down." She takes a deep breath, then her sharp brown eyes snap open. "Ok. I'm Wraithblade. You can call me Wraith. I'm a 'writer,' but forget about that right now. I got here by taking advantage of Voidwalker's completely powerful and fucked up portal magic, and I'm going to get YOU all the fuck off this boring swamp world."
She waited a moment, an ecstatic expression of glee frozen on her face as she waited for a reaction.
Strygwyr, as meaty and large as he was... he really looked like a bald bear decorated with feathers... Inclinded his head and appeared to look up into the sky, then back down toward Wraith. "You get us out of here?"
"Yes. Now get in the car." The girl opens a door to the back seat.
Stryg briefly looked back at Dark One. Eclipse's sword was distinctly silent. He shrugged. "No tricks?"
"No tricks."
He climbed into the car, taking up half the back with his blades.
"Hey hey... blades on the vinyl! Gyah! Damnit you have no idea what I'm talking about. Strygwyr just... Gyah! Please don't slice up my upholstry. Dark One, are you coming?" The Wraithblade person gave him a moment to decide.
"It's about time you got over here." She said. The car door swung open and she hopped out, a young adult girl with long brown hair, looking human of course. "Heh. 'White holes.' Wiz is always making up the randomest shit. Strygwyr!" She shut the door and started walking over.
Strygwyr stepped out of the bushes, keeping his guard up. Somehow this being knew his true name.
She looked him up and down and placed her hands on her hips, completely unarmed, completely unafraid. "Huh... Damn you look cool. And Dark One? God, I completely forgot how buggy and lizerdy you looked. I can't wait to see Eclipse, or what remains of him... Anyway! You're probably really confused. Ahem, hold on a sec. I'm just really excited and I have to calm down." She takes a deep breath, then her sharp brown eyes snap open. "Ok. I'm Wraithblade. You can call me Wraith. I'm a 'writer,' but forget about that right now. I got here by taking advantage of Voidwalker's completely powerful and fucked up portal magic, and I'm going to get YOU all the fuck off this boring swamp world."
She waited a moment, an ecstatic expression of glee frozen on her face as she waited for a reaction.
Strygwyr, as meaty and large as he was... he really looked like a bald bear decorated with feathers... Inclinded his head and appeared to look up into the sky, then back down toward Wraith. "You get us out of here?"
"Yes. Now get in the car." The girl opens a door to the back seat.
Stryg briefly looked back at Dark One. Eclipse's sword was distinctly silent. He shrugged. "No tricks?"
"No tricks."
He climbed into the car, taking up half the back with his blades.
"Hey hey... blades on the vinyl! Gyah! Damnit you have no idea what I'm talking about. Strygwyr just... Gyah! Please don't slice up my upholstry. Dark One, are you coming?" The Wraithblade person gave him a moment to decide.