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[The entrance to Death Mountain crater is a stark contrast to the surrounding drifts of snow. The molten temperatures from inside radiate outwards, so even on the coldest day the rocks and air outside refuse to cool.]
[Leaning against the tunnel wall is a tall figure, arms crossed and eyes closed as she listens to the rumbling within. Her feet tap in an unheard rhythm, metal spikes scraping and screeching against the rock as a lazy smirk forms on her face.]
[She had paused on her way in to listen and feel, to smell the heat and unruly tremors of the earth. This is how power is meant to be.]
Ooc: Er... ta da? If anyone would like to see a picture of this version of Din, there is one here. I apologize for the lack of icons - I'll try to work on that.
[Leaning against the tunnel wall is a tall figure, arms crossed and eyes closed as she listens to the rumbling within. Her feet tap in an unheard rhythm, metal spikes scraping and screeching against the rock as a lazy smirk forms on her face.]
[She had paused on her way in to listen and feel, to smell the heat and unruly tremors of the earth. This is how power is meant to be.]
Ooc: Er... ta da? If anyone would like to see a picture of this version of Din, there is one here. I apologize for the lack of icons - I'll try to work on that.