Amaya stepped inside of the casino only to be greeted by a wave of bright lights and loud music. She immediately lowered her aura of despair, not wanting to walk around being a buzzkill, despite the fact that she would rather not have the lights shining upon her face. The music was...alright, but she would rather have the muscisian not sing at all. Her type of music went a little more like
THIS. As she made her way through the crowd, those who saw her coming immediatly got out of their way. Wether it was the blood that was all over her, or wether it was the ominous appearance of an otherworldly demon, they feared her. Glancing at her briefly, not wanting to make eye contact with her, they immediatly returned to what they were doing. Her golden yellow eyes peered through the veil of darkness that shrouded her face, homing in on her target. Seeing the King, he was sitting down gambling it seems...
Standing before him, Amaya dropped to one knee, showing eternal allegiance to him as she waited to be acknowledge. She would not interupt the king's game, however long she had to wait. She had traveled a long way, a couple of minutes was nothing to her. She still clutched unto Zane's necklace tightly in her right hand as it was covered in blood, just like the rest of her body. It was of course a culmination of her own as well as the shapeshifting trickster. Her lust for blood and battle were now satisfied, and would be for a while, which was in her own mind a miracle. The experiments performed on her have left her a rabid beast, one whose mind dwells on death and destruction with every passing second. To have received a moment's relief from those thoughts were refreshing. Her mind for the first time in a while, was now clear and calm, and as she waited for the King's acknowledgement, she relaxed her muscles and her mind.
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