I don’t know what I was expecting
i expected cute noises
The girl’s hands are wrapped tightly around a once black handle, having since lost it’s sheen and had paint rust off with the sweat of her hands and the oil of failures to keep a light going. With a spin, she finds herself with hair slapping her face and landing in her mouth, with a cloak wrapping around her twice. Pouting, she calls out.
”How dare you scare me like that!”
Silently moving through darkness with fluid grace
of a nocturnal predator, the slender figure draped in
black from head to toe does nearly meld with surrounding
shadows. In all truth, she may just slip away unnoticed,
not sparing a lone source of flickering light a second glance.
Sating one’s curiousity is a more worthy pursuit, however,
and so it is almost on instinct that the half-blood moves for
further examination. Less quiet than usual, perhaps, as not
to startle a stranger m o r e than necessary.
Which, in retrospect, does not work out too well.
❝ Not entirely intentionally, if it helps. My apologies. ❞
A step forward is taken as to let the other’s lantern
shed some light on those angular features;
Nibenese at first glance, with striking eyes that squint
in discomfort at sudden brightness, and a mass of onyx
hair concealing a feature decidedly more Elven than the rest
of her visage.
❝ Is there a particular reason for being out here,
or do you simply enjoy creepy midnight walks? ❞
❝ Wait—! Please, do not step there. ❞
She is setting traps, for wild beasts she
would only have the smallest amount of
remorse for killing, for she has four
hungry mouths to feed and cannot care
for the life of one elder buck. The woman
hasn’t the strength, right now, to tackle
the thing herself.
❝ Unless you would like to lose an ankle… ❞
Almost comical, the manner in which the Nightingale
freezes in place with a foot hovering but a few inches off
the ground. A startled verdant gaze flickers from Agni back
to the mass of forage clearly intending to hide something
most sinister. Something that is probably best avoided to
be s t e p p e d into.
Slowly, the woman backtracks and carefully walks around
the apparent hot spot, with a glare of highest suspicion seeming
to be expecting no less than a Daedric Prince sprouting from its soil.
❝ I would prefer not to…
You don’t need a hand in this
tedious procedure, do you? ❞
1/25 of Katie McGrath
and ignorance is your new best friend
because it ate last month and snakes don’t need to be fed very often since they use external environmental heat sources to regulate their body temperature and can therefore survive on far fewer calories than warm-blooded animals
"tell us about yourself"