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Golden wings gave a powerful push and the Spear was taken into the air, keenly following the Hammer as he lead their attack. Her own instincts needed to be forgotten if only a moment, for Oriane's wings made her the fastest of the Thirteen. They were twin weapons, side by side, as if this...

Oriane dared not take her eyes off from the beastly thing gutting a horse, watching how it moved, how it struck out an attack. "They are quick." She noted, loud enough to be heard by such keen listeners. The playfulness and cheek she showed the first few nights of travel, mingling around...

Oriane's eyes narrowed as Ezraiel countered her, going as far as to block Ostara from view and speak to her alone. This was not to prove to anyone she was capable, it was harmless fun and something to excite those that had never seen The Thirteen in action. It was no different than the race...

Oriane had not bothered to reply to the Prince, not when many of the assailants had turned towards her and took up her attention. She did not stop until they were all lying lifeless on the ground, their blood splattered across her form and her golden wings. "Should we not ask the rest of the...

Oriane rolled her eyes and danced around Ezraiel's side, crossing to where the Aerai had just vacated. "Do you doubt the precision of The Arrow, dearest Shield?" The Spear had spent the most time with the youngest Avariel, watched her from afar and did her best to ensure she felt welcomed. Ruhn...

Oriane's speed was unlike any of the songs written about her. Despite showing off with Ostara not too long ago, the Spear found herself launching ahead of the Thirteen, glinting golden before within seconds she was knocking down opponents with her strengthened wings. Joining the fray, Oriane...

Oriane eventually gravitated to a campfire that boasted quite a crowd, and the familiarity of two sets of wings told her just who was in attendance. Landing gracefully from her scouting flight, she inched her way to where Ostara and Ezraiel gathered. "Oh am I glad you found this commotion."...

It was with a frown that Oriane listened in to the conversation being had, the reality of where they all were marching towards added a weight to her shoulders and wings. Even at this pace on their feet, it was a step closer to the gravity of what they will face. "Must be some army we are about...

Oriane was quick to whip her head to the side and confront whoever it was that brushed up too close to her, but the words were heard before she could recognise Ostara. What a hellion declaring a race and giving herself a head start! With a small smile, Oriane Ovdotia gave her a few more seconds...

The smile that spread along her pink lips curled first into a wicked smile before a sort of glee settled there. The nod only gave her permission voice what she had wanted to say since their arrival, that not only would The Thirteen fight with them, they would offer to be the ones to go first...

Formalities were never her strong suit, although witnessing Ostara's bow managed a sly smirk from The Spear. In a bid to stifle it, she looked to each of those that spoke, giving them a nod in acknowledgement before relaxing some. It was indeed so long since the last time the Thirteen were...

There was no need for the Harbinger of the Thirteen to lead this time. A call to arms did not warrant for her to race ahead, but allowed her to keep back and observe once her feet found the earth. Oriane was often praised for her focus, for her dedication in serving with The Thirteen. Her amber...