Currently occupying internal territory #12, Bloodstained Beach
Kote- glory, might
Kote- glory, might
Kynareth was gone.
Simran slogged deeper into the water.
The Saints weren’t numerous, they hadn’t been when they’d come aboard, but they were even more so now, their numbers fallen to catastrophic levels.
Simran inhaled.
Technically, their contract wasn’t fulfilled. They couldn’t leave. And they wouldn’t, they assured themself internally. They wouldn’t leave Nyra or anyone among this place they called home, even if it fell apart around them.
They shook their head, dipping their nose into the water to drink. Too many thoughts for one day, Simran. Save some for tomorrow.
english|mando’a|dutch
September 20, 2021, 08:58 AM
War watched silently.
She watched the other at the water and began walking down toward them, though she did nothing to hide herself coming while the other was drinking. War wasn’t one for small talk or meeting others under specific circumstances that could be called anything but preparation for war. She moved next to the other grey and white wolf and sniffed the air. They were part of the pack. Good.
The war machine attempted to get eye contact with the other and to those that did not know War, it would seem like a cold gaze disrupted and without empathy. She didn’t come here to make friends along the way. She was taller than them, and her ears were perked toward the individual whom she could not tell if they were worth her time or not. She had been disappointed over and over by individuals of the saints, people unwilling to fight did not belong in her world.
”War.”
She announced her own name with the same cold and stand off gaze as she always had, whatever she was pleased or not. Hard to read as always. She waited to the other to announce their name as well, unless they didn’t understand the meaning of her word.
”Are you ready?” Sometimes War simply forgot to say entire sentences, she forgot to explain exactly what she meant, but simply expected others to know what she was trying to say. That was the same for today. But the question was, Are you?
She watched the other at the water and began walking down toward them, though she did nothing to hide herself coming while the other was drinking. War wasn’t one for small talk or meeting others under specific circumstances that could be called anything but preparation for war. She moved next to the other grey and white wolf and sniffed the air. They were part of the pack. Good.
The war machine attempted to get eye contact with the other and to those that did not know War, it would seem like a cold gaze disrupted and without empathy. She didn’t come here to make friends along the way. She was taller than them, and her ears were perked toward the individual whom she could not tell if they were worth her time or not. She had been disappointed over and over by individuals of the saints, people unwilling to fight did not belong in her world.
”War.”
She announced her own name with the same cold and stand off gaze as she always had, whatever she was pleased or not. Hard to read as always. She waited to the other to announce their name as well, unless they didn’t understand the meaning of her word.
”Are you ready?” Sometimes War simply forgot to say entire sentences, she forgot to explain exactly what she meant, but simply expected others to know what she was trying to say. That was the same for today. But the question was, Are you?
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