[ The moment it reaches midnight, the sensation hits Saten like an impact straight in her chest. For a moment she's stunned, caught off-guard and confused by the event. But as the spirit's hold on her grows, so does her awareness of it.
"Who are you?" It's her first question. Not of fear, but of curiosity. But no answer immediately comes, leaving her almost... worried. Was something wrong with this being she had so suddenly come into contact with?
But as the seconds tick by, something spreads to her consciousness. Maybe it's an answer. Maybe it's just something she realized on her own.
"You're just like me. Isn't that so?"
Though the strength of her own natural darkness still remains, Twila has known well enough to try to put a cap on it to limit suspicion. Saten's no longer accompanied by her radius of darkness, but every movement she makes, down to the smallest of twitches, seems to leave a wisp of black smoke or a trail of dark energy in her wake. The lack of surrounding darkness also reveals something previously not visible during her times in this state: besides her large, black filial wings, Saten possesses a second set of wings, almost identical to the filial set in size and shade. The only notable difference is that on this second set, all the feathers seem to fade into nothing towards their tips.
Spread your darkness. It's a call she knows well, but until now, Saten hasn't been quite so driven by it. Now it's an urging, insistent call that she heeds to with no resistance. It's that urging that causes her to seek out others, especially anyone lacking large, black wings. ]
All days, particularly earlier on
"Who are you?" It's her first question. Not of fear, but of curiosity. But no answer immediately comes, leaving her almost... worried. Was something wrong with this being she had so suddenly come into contact with?
But as the seconds tick by, something spreads to her consciousness. Maybe it's an answer. Maybe it's just something she realized on her own.
"You're just like me. Isn't that so?"
Though the strength of her own natural darkness still remains, Twila has known well enough to try to put a cap on it to limit suspicion. Saten's no longer accompanied by her radius of darkness, but every movement she makes, down to the smallest of twitches, seems to leave a wisp of black smoke or a trail of dark energy in her wake. The lack of surrounding darkness also reveals something previously not visible during her times in this state: besides her large, black filial wings, Saten possesses a second set of wings, almost identical to the filial set in size and shade. The only notable difference is that on this second set, all the feathers seem to fade into nothing towards their tips.
Spread your darkness. It's a call she knows well, but until now, Saten hasn't been quite so driven by it. Now it's an urging, insistent call that she heeds to with no resistance. It's that urging that causes her to seek out others, especially anyone lacking large, black wings. ]
Hello there.
[ Spread this darkness ]