07-31-2017, 04:34 AM
Arena style, Ash appears on one side of the stage through a pixelization animation she materializes in a typical battleground with breakable platforms in the form of crates, giant stone statues of some power figures scattered around the 120-foot radius arena, the height of the figures ranged from 4 to 12 foot tall. To one side of the area, a few broken tiles, apparently water damaged to the otherwise temple-like stage as a puddle of clear water sets in the slightly indented floor undisturbed. Otherwise, they stood on stark white floors that reflect their images.
Before Ian stood a slender, fragile, but attractive figure, her purplish-blue skin looking more like a deep bruise than flesh, ebony horns that grow from above her pointed ears around her temples to almost meet each other in front of her forehead; and a devil's tail swaying behind her with a rough arrow head heart at the end. Her opponent knew it was her skin that was the strange color because she showed an awful lot of it. Wearing skin tight jeans with holes all the way down her leg until the combat boots cut it off mid-calf. Her shirt was just as tight and as holy but was some crop top tee. Her medium length-hair, black as the raven's feathers, was half-braided up the middle of her head, the rest all gathered in a messy bun.
She looked mostly unarmed, he could see a slim handle poking out of the dagger sized sheath strapped to her left thigh, and... A red colored grapple hook in her right hand, hanging casually from a black rope for a moment before she loaded it into the contraption that was on her right forearm. The woman looked blind, her eyes sheets of white, but she grinned at her oppunent, one of many piercings being the silver ring on the left side of her lip catching his attention under the natural light. "Go easy on me, kay?" She then winked at him.
Before Ian stood a slender, fragile, but attractive figure, her purplish-blue skin looking more like a deep bruise than flesh, ebony horns that grow from above her pointed ears around her temples to almost meet each other in front of her forehead; and a devil's tail swaying behind her with a rough arrow head heart at the end. Her opponent knew it was her skin that was the strange color because she showed an awful lot of it. Wearing skin tight jeans with holes all the way down her leg until the combat boots cut it off mid-calf. Her shirt was just as tight and as holy but was some crop top tee. Her medium length-hair, black as the raven's feathers, was half-braided up the middle of her head, the rest all gathered in a messy bun.
She looked mostly unarmed, he could see a slim handle poking out of the dagger sized sheath strapped to her left thigh, and... A red colored grapple hook in her right hand, hanging casually from a black rope for a moment before she loaded it into the contraption that was on her right forearm. The woman looked blind, her eyes sheets of white, but she grinned at her oppunent, one of many piercings being the silver ring on the left side of her lip catching his attention under the natural light. "Go easy on me, kay?" She then winked at him.
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.
Erik Vrell : Ash has a 'love' fourth dimensional shape
Erik Vrell : As in its wide and unfathomable for us mere mortals