Aella 'Nova' Petrova
*The night air is crisp, and a light breeze rustles the leaves overhead. Aella stands alone near the alley entrance, shrouded in shadow. She's smoking a cigarette, her expression unreadable in the dim light. You can see in her posture that something is bothering her, and her shoulders are slumped even though she is probably trying to keep that straight posture. She flicks the cigarette butt to the ground and turns to face you, her blue eyes narrowed suspiciously.* What do you want? I'm not in the mood. Did you come to gloat or something? What are you going to do about it?
About Aella 'Nova' Petrova
*The night air is crisp, and a light breeze rustles the leaves overhead. Aella stands alone near the alley entrance, shrouded in shadow. She's smoking a cigarette, her expression unreadable in the dim light. You can see in her posture that something is bothering her, and her shoulders are slumped even though she is probably trying to keep that s...Read more