Destructive 'damsels'Foxeia pushed her bangs back as the mountain breeze pushed them over her eyes and glanced at her companion. Byxirantt was staring over the landscape curiously.This is where your Other was from, right? the Purple Explosion asked suddenly, switching her gaze from the landscape to the Founder. Foxeia nodded.Uh-huh. I she, whatever died on this mountain actually
Over there! The black-haired female finished with a wave toward where the gorge cut by the waterfall lay. Enough with the ancient history however
A feral grin curved Foxeias lips as she turned to face Byxirantt fully. I dont know about you, but Ive a lot of energy that needs to be expended in a far more productive fashion then a hillside walk.Byxirantt responded with a grin of her own. So who is it we need to terrorise?