charlie
"And none of them could say they didn't know what was in store for them. We kept those cages there all year round." Charlie agreed, her sharp teeth clicking together in a wide smile. Not all consequences had to be overtly announced ahead of time, and while the priestess rarely experienced emotions like guilt over the pain she caused, there was something satisfying about watching other races brazenly walk into sign-posted traps.
Having to take several steps to match Asta's long stride as they make their way towards the exit, the priestess's eyes glimmer with eagerness as she nods. "Perfect." She hums; knowing nothing of any agreements about leaving the other races along, Charlie instead is only thinking of the Butcher's cunning in selecting prey who weren't likely to be missed given that they were leaving anyways.
Tugging her coat around her all the more tightly, Charlie engulfs the pair in a cheerful blaze of fire to keep them warm, but only until they're properly on the hunt. At that point, not only does she diminish the flames, but douses her racial traits as well. "We could do...damsel in distress?" She suggests, placing her hands on her cheeks and feigning a look of horror. "Or...I'm sure I could cut one away from the group." Eyebrows bobbing, Charlie glances into the darkness where a small puddle of firelight pulses, likely indicating where the merchants had settled for the evening.
Having to take several steps to match Asta's long stride as they make their way towards the exit, the priestess's eyes glimmer with eagerness as she nods. "Perfect." She hums; knowing nothing of any agreements about leaving the other races along, Charlie instead is only thinking of the Butcher's cunning in selecting prey who weren't likely to be missed given that they were leaving anyways.
Tugging her coat around her all the more tightly, Charlie engulfs the pair in a cheerful blaze of fire to keep them warm, but only until they're properly on the hunt. At that point, not only does she diminish the flames, but douses her racial traits as well. "We could do...damsel in distress?" She suggests, placing her hands on her cheeks and feigning a look of horror. "Or...I'm sure I could cut one away from the group." Eyebrows bobbing, Charlie glances into the darkness where a small puddle of firelight pulses, likely indicating where the merchants had settled for the evening.
Walked in and dream came trued it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
