Abigayle

@-nascence and a decent amount of free roam

@-nascence multiple realms, magic, magical creatures, and a dark evil that plagues the land

@Fyrestriker what does it entail

@Glow_Arela [Apologies…got distracted xD]
            
            The illusion of the wolf felt real and solid beneath her palm, and Roxa calmed further; the riotous beat of her heart slowing and settling into a natural rhythm. She sighed as her fingers idly scratched behind the creature’s ear and glanced up at Glow. 
            
            “I feel—” she broke off her words quickly, and her gaze fell to the broken earth beneath her feet. Roxa felt her vision blur and she scoffed. Tears? How long had it been since she had cried? She blinked them back, grateful that they didn’t fall…that Glow didn’t see. She coughed to clear her throat, and began again. “I feel that the old players are returning. I feel that this world is coming alive again. I know it, in my heart, I believe it is the reason that I am awake. I believe that this world is in danger.” 
            
            She stood and glanced around herself, looking for weapons, and found none. They had been worn into oblivion, like most of her clothing. She sighed again and met Glow’s eyes. There was pain there; Roxa didn’t know who she was anymore, what was left after the century or so of sleep. Glow would see it. Glow would know and see the empty agony inside Roxa. Roxa blinked, and that pain, that emotion, would be gone. A mask of cold ice. 
            
            “We’ll need to see who has come back. See who still lives.” 

@Fyrestriker
            
            Allowing Roxa to thrash about, as she was fairly familiar herself with it, as she quite frankly wears the scar of such vengence of her own, as any one miles away could feel it burn in Roxas fusteration just rise in the air and stir then settle once she did. 
            
            She then softly smiled when Roxa catched herself relentlessly giving into her emotions and calmed, which agreeably wasn't like her for how long she had knew her, and acknowledging the animal. She eventually trotted closer and too a seat amongst the rubble and just sat behind with her back towards Roxa to just accompany and be in her company comfortably. As she expressed her sense of loss in time, "life is strange yes.. And lately it feels like the world is moving faster by the day. But also crumbling at the same time." She added in response. "Uncanny almost." she mentioned for a small note. 
            
            The Animal watched intently as Roxa settled and extended an arm for a sense of greeting. As soon as she lowered herself to the ground level the animal perked, and jumped down from the branch and presented itself in front of Roxa. To the skilled illusions Glow was able to create and manipulate the Animal was watching Roxa to ensure she had her attention as it did require the minds focus to be tricked into thinking the object presented and thus also providing senses. She did a single circle spin as if she was chasing her tail, as she slowly became much more detailed and realistic, her dark black coat and grey chest beginning to fill in and her silk fur giving anyone the itching desire to pet, her muzzle and all the details to her body plus the identical scar. It would seem like one put glasses on to see what's in front of them, while she padded forward confidently into Roxas extended hand and softly nudged it, providing the sensation any one would anticipate, the silk, soft comforting sensation of her fur, warm, as her tail swayed softly, content, being able to greet her much more personally now.

@Glow_Arela
            
            She snapped her teeth in frustration; the emotion and movement more animal than human, giving anyone watching the inclination that Roxa often fell victim to her baser instincts in times of extreme emotion. The lack of answers to all of her questions bubbled in her stomach as a reeking brew of anger, frustration, and disorientation. Roxa needed to find those answers, and she needed to connect with old friends and allies. 
            
            She turned away from Glow, snarling and dragging her fingers through the overgrown tangle of her long, white dreads. It made her scalp ache viciously, and the pain grounded her to her surroundings. Had she always been this volatile? Roxa didn’t think so, but perhaps the healing sleep that had taken her for such a long period of time had eroded away her social prowess and mental stability. There was no way to be certain. Perhaps, when she had been healing, her brain had been scrambled and then healed wrong. Perhaps, it had been trauma from a battle that her memories hadn’t quite pieced back together. Perhaps, she just needed time. 
            
            She inhaled deeply through her nose. Once, then twice, and then turned herself back around to face Glow. Then she saw Glow’s faithful shadow, and Roxa grinned, that hint of animalistic savagery and delight still hinted in her expression. “Now that is a sight for sore eyes,” she said quietly, her voice a low rolling purr in her chest. Roxa settled into a loose crouch with her hands between her knees, and offered the knuckles of her hand out to the creature if it wanted a sniff, or scratches. 
            
            “It is strange,” she said, “to lose time like this? I can’t even remember how I fell, and whom I was battling. I was the guiding hand of a clan, navigating through the political nuances of peace and war, and then…” Roxa gestured towards the scarred battlegrounds around them. She felt tears heat the back of her eyes, and gather on her eyelashes. “I don’t know who is dead, or alive.” 

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