As I glanced up a swift movement in the crowd caught my eye it was a hooded figure with long brown hair then I blinked and she was gone. I went back to weaving and then I heard someone catching their breath behind me. I sprang to my feet fearing the worst but it was that hooded figure who I saw in the crowed she was tall and had broad shoulders. Her eyes were cold icy black pebbles, she had thin stern lips wanting to tell me something. Her face was pale almost white. She had bulging muscles that made me scared of her. Then she said in a venomous whisper ‘you shall not offend the gods,’ as she was speaking her eyes darted from side to side.
Who’s the hooded figure?
Wow love your word choice. I also love the phrase “her eyes were cold icy black pebbles” it really gets acros the cold and mean character! The phrase “then she said in a venomous whisper” I like the way you used the word venomous it makes me get the shivers. Well done dean!