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Post by kawaiideadpool on Jan 19, 2018 21:51:18 GMT -6
Ethine Heathens.
Andraste | Liri
Andraste has never been fond of those from Aodh, often disgusted by them and finds them to be too much for them to handle. Unluckily for Liri, she has managed to catch the attention of the mercenary and has somehow provoked them. Andraste isn't going to let them get away with a good amount of harassing- the only way Liri can get rid of them is if they were closer to the city borders, but sadly they are not.
Time of Day: Midafternoon.
Weather: Cloudy.
Location: Outskirts of Ethine's borders.
Timeline: Before Chapter V |
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Jan 19, 2018 22:23:36 GMT -6
Andraste; Vagabond | Mercenary
"The moon is my sun. The night is my day.
Blood is my life and you are my prey."
Typically Andraste would never dare to stray so dangerously close to the Ethine borders- knowing too damn well what happens to Vagabonds that don't keep their guard up around these borders. Slavers would do almost anything to make a quick buck off of unaware souls, and for the most part, Vagabonds seemed to be their prime targets. The Macaw pegasus could care less about the pompous idiots that called Valore their home, and if they tried anything with her... Then they wouldn't be walking out of the situation alive. after all, she was a trained killer, and she considered herself to have an advantage over them.
She flicks the cigarette dangling from her lips in a lazy manner- almost waiting and watching for something or someone to jump out at her. Anything to make this dull day a little bit more exciting. She had no contracts. No one to wave shards in front of her face. For once it was a day with little to no murder, er... assassinations, involved and it was starting to get painfully boring.
A long and drawn out groan falls from their lips as they let the smoke from their lungs fliter out up through their nostrils.
Then it seems her day is about to get a little bit more interesting; through the smoke, she can make out the appearance of another equine- a leopard printed soul has managed to snatch her attention from her deep train of thought. Poor soul, Andraste thinks and out of boredom, she has taken it upon herself to find some way to entertain her mind with this equine.
Spitting her cigarette out from in between her teeth, she quickly stomps it out with a harsh thud from her hoof trying to smash out the lit object- while she loved to cause trouble, she wasn't particularly fond of starting a forest fire. Unless it made its way towards Valore and set the whole thing up in flames, their lips twist up at the thought.
The Macaw pegasus' first plan is to startle them so she tugs her wings tighter to her body, trying to keep the tips of her feathers from making any noise dragging across the ground. She decides to wait for them to notice her- there's still this voice of reason in the back of her head that screamed they could be from Aodh...
And if they were, that would be twice the fun for her.
WC: 412 | Post # 1 |
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