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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Dec 19, 2018 22:25:37 GMT -6
Friends in Odd Places.
Camielle & Gunvor
After Chapter VI; before slave repurchasing.
mid-day.
Valore; Dark District.
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Dec 19, 2018 22:44:00 GMT -6
Gunvor
Pit-Fighter | Aodh
"Kid, get off the ground.
Spit your blood, and bare your teeth; go down a savage, go down fighting."
The thing was, Gunvor could hold their own, if needed -- that much was known just from their size. They didn't have to worry about their well being; if push came to shove, Gunvor wouldn't hesitate to throw their weight around. The Pit-Fighter wasn't scared to let it be known they were not to be messed with. Sure, they would get in trouble for it, but it would be worth it in the long run.
But they also knew that others weren't as lucky -- others didn't seem like they were fit to hold their own. Gunvor found themselves snorting; that was one of the perks of being a fighter, they supposed.
Sure, there were plenty of those who were treated poorly -- a little too harsh. But it had been a small Hippocampus had caught their attention. She looked young -- perhaps a little too young to be stuck in a life like this. No one belonged in this life. Gunvor had already come to terms that they would be stuck here for the rest of their life, but this tiny little mare didn't deserve that... Or the treatment she was getting. But that was about the extent that Gunvor's care would reach at the moment.
It hadn't been till later in the day that Gunvor approached -- something sparking in the back of their mind that if they didn't check in on her that no one else would. Why did they always find themselves protecting the weak?
"Are ya alright?"
Gunvor didn't have the slightest care if they scared her or not; if their voice didn't do it, the large draft knew their height and size would do the trick. That was the whole point of Pit-Fighters was it not?
"Thought I'd check in on ya," comes their harsh grunt, barely looking over towards their 'companion', "Some of these... Monsters can be too harsh, ya know? Thought I'd hang around for a bit... See if they'd leave ya alone."
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