Blackwater Islands Of whit and measure

HP: 18/20 apparently the maiden likes 2, because I rolled one as well.

Ash screeches in outrage as his teeth connect and leave a scratch across her once pristine face. The only thing at the moment she has going for her, is her speed. He snaps again and she evades. Blood is falling. The scent mettalic in the air, and on her tongue. Tastes like victory and song.

She lashes at him again, going for his face, his eyes, the fleshy part of his nose. Dangerous to be so close to thrashing jaws, but she is beyond a care now. Sos will protect her or they won't, but she will prove to this one, that he is wrong. At the very least do not mock others religions when you have no understanding.