[Rin pipes up from a few plots down. While all her changes aren't evident from a first glance, the turquoise horns are. They rise from her forehead with a gentle backward arch; pure color at the tips and growing blacker towards her scalp. This is accompanied by the way that the whites of her eyes are gone, and instead her sclera are black (as opposed to the dingy grey they once were when a certain someone was kidnapped by Dark).
As she steps closer the moonlight filtering into the gardens reflects off of her blue, opalescent scales that are revealed in patches across her otherwise unblemished skin. For now her miniature wings are tucked in close to her back — folded out of view.]
Gray deserves a better Servant, but the only other one I know of is a god — and I doubt either one of use could supply that one.
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[Rin pipes up from a few plots down. While all her changes aren't evident from a first glance, the turquoise horns are. They rise from her forehead with a gentle backward arch; pure color at the tips and growing blacker towards her scalp. This is accompanied by the way that the whites of her eyes are gone, and instead her sclera are black (as opposed to the dingy grey they once were when a certain someone was kidnapped by Dark).
As she steps closer the moonlight filtering into the gardens reflects off of her blue, opalescent scales that are revealed in patches across her otherwise unblemished skin. For now her miniature wings are tucked in close to her back — folded out of view.]
Gray deserves a better Servant, but the only other one I know of is a god — and I doubt either one of use could supply that one.
[Read: just fucking do it.]