⛧ now burn baby burn ⛧ blackpink ⛧

The wind of the night spiraled throughout the Neutral Grounds, causing the trees that coated the exterior of the advanced city to rustle as if they were being shaken from the ground. It was around midnight, and the crescent moon was twinkling overhead in the hue of white and blue; it was one of the few luminous objects within this quiet night, aside from the small street-lamps that lead throughout the trails into the more rural areas of the Neutral Grounds and the small light of the cigarette that met the woman of black and white's pale lips. Claire had a hatred for the city of non-magic just as much as the average mage, if not more, as having one's etherano locked off for the time that one found themselves inside the walls was definitely something that caused the body to feel slightly strange. Pulling her cigarette out of her mouth and exhaling, a large cloud of smoke would float upward into the dark sky above and dissipate into the fields upon fields of wheat that stretched across the flatland directly in-front of her; it was her duty to light these crops on fire, and if she was lucky, kill the farmer that was within the farm at the center of these fields of gold. As her two companions sat against one of the more close trees that lined the stone pathways that lead up to the farm from the trails, the woman of short, platinum blonde hair would find herself crouching down to run her hands through the golden crops, which appeared to glisten under the moonlight.

"The Neutral Grounds will smell like bread tonight," the witch would speak to Vepar and Zagan through the mind with a soft tone, "I hope you both will not mind." As her golden optics sparked with the moonlight shining upon them, Claire would find herself staring upon the moon; the wind would begin to pick up slightly, causing her black coat to gust slightly through the breeze and the fur among the collar and arms to slightly rustle. The Devil's daughter would pull her coat closer to her as she would breathe in more of her cigarette; she was beginning to get slightly cold due to her lack of covering when it came to her legs. She found herself wearing a black tank-top and shorts to match, those of which did not cover much of her legs besides half of her thighs, and a coat that she had recently bought from a designer brand. Along with this, long leather boots ran up her legs with hints of magenta in the obsidian-black dyes, similar to the rest of her apparel that she wore on this night. Claire was one to be rather fond of fashionable clothing, as well as mostly black, as she found that it would cause her to blend into most of her surroundings while also making her much more intimidating. It was a win-win, as it was also very comfortable and stylish compared to the old kimonos that she used to wear quite frequently in her second body. It also caused the attention to be brought off of the sheath that sat among her belt, that of which housed a thick and extremely sharp blade of magenta, silver, and obsidian hues.

Running her hand through the golden crops as she crouched down in-front of them, she would rip out a few of the strands of wheat and hold them in-front of her eyes (and face in general). "How fun this will be to watch this field of gold burn..." Claire would think to herself as a sly smile would show on half of her mouth, blowing out smoke from her mouth in the process. This would cause the wheat that she held in-front of her face to slightly curl and darken from it's previous golden color. Opening her hand and causing the wind to cause this dead wheat to twirl through the sky and land into the rustling field, the unholy mage would push upward from the smooth concrete that she crouched upon and stand up in-front of the sea of gold, preparing to throw her lit cigarette butt into the fray once she smoked enough of the tobacco inside for it to be able to potentially start a fire. It would most likely take a minute or two of smoking; for now, Claire would stand in-front of the sea of gold until the cigarette would be worn down enough for her to cause sparks. Though, if worse came to worse she would utilize the lighter in her pocket.