Hoshor Plains don't need your mercy kiss

there was a pest amongst them. she'd been introduced to the little man sometimes near his acceptance, and had done her utmost to avoid him since then. she was not blind to the way he scratched, to the fleas jumping off his coat like he were a trampoline.

she would rather burn than become infested, but she was not one to risk the spread of such parasites either. fuck that.

she stomped through the flatlands, briefly questioning her husband's decision making in accepting the weird little dude. what had he been thinking? she was cut from her thoughts at the sight of her target carrying a fish in the distance. she stopped a ways off, treating it as if the very air around him was contaminated.

"you!" she shouted at bard, tail giving a thrash behind her.