Otatso Wetlands a sword, a gun and a bottle of fun

The golden warrior nodded her head, looking out at the disgusting boy around her. She had known of some who would call this home, who would embrace this place. To that she said, if it kept you happy do what you want. There had been a time when Jude would’ve thought differently, but she had changed. All she cared about now was house to live each day with as much enjoyment as possible, to survive. Survival above all else. I hate it here, I’m cold and I would much rather be somewhere dry and warm.

She looked back to the Poet, looking her over for a second before speaking again. Lay with me, you can keep me warm and I’ll keep you warm. She said, moving one elegant yet muddy leg out of the way.