Post by kawaiideadpool on Jul 10, 2017 20:42:48 GMT -6
Trip to the Markets.
Hawke | Icabod
kawaiideadpool | Colder-than-Stars
Hawke | Icabod
kawaiideadpool | Colder-than-Stars
Hawke
War-Forged | Medic
She could partically scream. In truth, a scream might have left her lips without her even realizing it. Something about coming to the markets always rubbed her the wrong way. All she needed was a few bits of leather straps, a oil tin, and maybe a few bolts to replace the ones that were slowly beginning to squeak when her prosethic moved. Hawke was partically limping through the markets, the sound of her prosethic squeaking and grinding against each other was beginning to drive her more and more crazy with each step she took. And for some bloody reason, there seemed to be no one who was selling the things she needed in her nearby area.
Smacking her metal limb up against a near by stall, she grimace at the stall owner and twisted her ears back aganst her neck, "Don't y'all sell anything useful around here," She hissed out at the merchant that had been caught off by her sudden outburst. Not even bothering to give them time to respond to her, she put as much weight onto her prosethic it could take without it falling apart. Shaking her wings quickly in order to smooth down the feathers that had ruffled up due to her paniced and irritated state, Hawke began her terk back to make her never ending terk deeper into the market stalls.
She had returned home empty handed so many times, and she wasn't about to leave without the things that she needed. Grimacing down at the piece of leather that dangled from her metal limb. Oh, for the love of Kaia. Would she ever find what she needs? She wonders as the never ending squeaking gets louder and louder.
[WC: 287]
tags: Superior-Caesar
War-Forged | Medic
She could partically scream. In truth, a scream might have left her lips without her even realizing it. Something about coming to the markets always rubbed her the wrong way. All she needed was a few bits of leather straps, a oil tin, and maybe a few bolts to replace the ones that were slowly beginning to squeak when her prosethic moved. Hawke was partically limping through the markets, the sound of her prosethic squeaking and grinding against each other was beginning to drive her more and more crazy with each step she took. And for some bloody reason, there seemed to be no one who was selling the things she needed in her nearby area.
Smacking her metal limb up against a near by stall, she grimace at the stall owner and twisted her ears back aganst her neck, "Don't y'all sell anything useful around here," She hissed out at the merchant that had been caught off by her sudden outburst. Not even bothering to give them time to respond to her, she put as much weight onto her prosethic it could take without it falling apart. Shaking her wings quickly in order to smooth down the feathers that had ruffled up due to her paniced and irritated state, Hawke began her terk back to make her never ending terk deeper into the market stalls.
She had returned home empty handed so many times, and she wasn't about to leave without the things that she needed. Grimacing down at the piece of leather that dangled from her metal limb. Oh, for the love of Kaia. Would she ever find what she needs? She wonders as the never ending squeaking gets louder and louder.
[WC: 287]
tags: Superior-Caesar
