[ It's not so bad for a while; they make good time, considering a mobile corpse is dragging a grown man across a thick jungle floor using the most improvised of methods. She shows no sign of tiring, at least, nor even any indications of exertion. The only sounds out of Ieza are more foreign-sounding words that, by and large, translate into fairly simple requests or commands directed towards her surroundings. And, by and large, her surroundings oblige her, usually shriveling up and dying in order to make way for the strange procession.
But of course this could only go on for so long. When Erik slips free, she notices the weight deficit too late, and the sudden shift causes her to stumble and fall forward. An arm comes up to shield her face - her mask, really - and after a moment's panic, gloved fingers tracing the porcelain contours to insure it is intact, she takes it off the mask, stowing it on her person before getting to her feet and rounding on Erik.
This gives him an opportunity to see her face, not that he'd particularly want to. It's not a pretty sight, those livid lips and sunken eyes, drawn cheeks framed by brittle red hair. The mask was always meant as a courtesy, but Ieza's courtesy has just reached its limit. ]
Serpent sucker! [ is an oath, not an invocation, and requires no translation. The curse is accompanied by a kick aimed squarely at his ribs. Truth be told, it's not much of a blow - there's little power behind it, and even less mass. Amazing how insubstantial the human body becomes when bereft of water. ]
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But of course this could only go on for so long. When Erik slips free, she notices the weight deficit too late, and the sudden shift causes her to stumble and fall forward. An arm comes up to shield her face - her mask, really - and after a moment's panic, gloved fingers tracing the porcelain contours to insure it is intact, she takes it off the mask, stowing it on her person before getting to her feet and rounding on Erik.
This gives him an opportunity to see her face, not that he'd particularly want to. It's not a pretty sight, those livid lips and sunken eyes, drawn cheeks framed by brittle red hair. The mask was always meant as a courtesy, but Ieza's courtesy has just reached its limit. ]
Serpent sucker! [ is an oath, not an invocation, and requires no translation. The curse is accompanied by a kick aimed squarely at his ribs. Truth be told, it's not much of a blow - there's little power behind it, and even less mass. Amazing how insubstantial the human body becomes when bereft of water. ]