Not According to Plan (Private: Rune and Nott)

    

Rune- Bloody Flanks- Raider

Often Rune was seen leaving the rest of the Bloody Flanks clan in order to find what material or scrap she could for her work. If she was to make her clanmates weapons and armor, she’d need metal, ore, and various other supplies to do it. Of course as a raider and with the clan’s successful ventures, Rune could easy grab the supplies she needed but somehow Rune felt more pride in finding the necessary items on her own.

    So snatching up her saddlebags and hastily strapping them on, Rune grabbed her crossbow as well before leaving her house and town behind for the surrounding land beyond. Even if the Bloody Flanks had been driven in exile years before Rune was born, the silver bay unicorn didn’t avoid the land that separated her clan from the rest of War Forged like most did. On her weekly trips when not at sea, Rune had never ran into any ‘Lowlander’ but feeling the weight of her crossbow strapped to her back, Rune knew she could handle them before they could throw a blow at her.

    But such things didn’t matter as Rune leapt into a fast paced run, her hooves throwing snow in her wake as she left her clan behind. Even if she was serious and consumed in her work as a blacksmith and raider for her clan, it was moments like this Rune felt the younger mare in her began to seep through just as she gave a excited toss of her head, clearing her forelock from her sight.

    And such moments of bliss had Rune considering to venture further then her grandfather advised her too. So far Rune had never seen Skeldr town with her own eyes and some how found herself wanting too. But of course such a move was risky and foolish as she’d be spotted to be a outsider or Bloody Flank before she got a chance to say a word. And even with out much Rune praised her training, she knew she couldn’t fight off every Shield, Raider, and Valkyrie.