The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,
or maybe it's my eyes,
The Viper's throws of death were dramatic and vibrant, fire and lightning glinting off the scales that weren't singed black. It seemed like a fitting ending to the creature who'd tortured so many, and Thal found herself satisfied with its suffering. However, when it went still, she waited a moment to ensure it didn't move, watching as the man veiled in shadows made his way forward with a cockiness that irritated her.
She wasn't surprised to hear about his sister's preference (more surprised that he'd offer such personal information willingly). Most young girls would probably like the shimmering scales. And although Thal wasn't most girls, she couldn't deny that it would catch a pretty penny on the market. Or maybe she'd upgrade her own style to include something more... colorful. New her, new look, right? Something to consider.
"Thalassa." It was short and barely considered polite, but her eyes narrowed as he suggested benefiting off of her work. "Maybe next time you can pull your own weight." This time the words were more biting, a warning in sharp fangs and a flick of her tail. She sheathed her flame daggers and stepped forward herself to retrieve her own prize. Her weapons were traded for one of several hidden knives that she used to slice off a portion of the scales.
A glance up had her seeing the woman who'd managed to somewhat impress her with nailing multiple lightning strikes. She certainly didn't look like the kind of person who'd be here to kill a viper, too warm and soft for battle. Yet she'd done a heavy amount of the damage. So with a cold demeanor, Thal threw another section of scales towards the stranger, offering a simple "Nice work" before turning briskly to leave. She had other places to be.
Thalassa takes some of the scales.
She wasn't surprised to hear about his sister's preference (more surprised that he'd offer such personal information willingly). Most young girls would probably like the shimmering scales. And although Thal wasn't most girls, she couldn't deny that it would catch a pretty penny on the market. Or maybe she'd upgrade her own style to include something more... colorful. New her, new look, right? Something to consider.
"Thalassa." It was short and barely considered polite, but her eyes narrowed as he suggested benefiting off of her work. "Maybe next time you can pull your own weight." This time the words were more biting, a warning in sharp fangs and a flick of her tail. She sheathed her flame daggers and stepped forward herself to retrieve her own prize. Her weapons were traded for one of several hidden knives that she used to slice off a portion of the scales.
A glance up had her seeing the woman who'd managed to somewhat impress her with nailing multiple lightning strikes. She certainly didn't look like the kind of person who'd be here to kill a viper, too warm and soft for battle. Yet she'd done a heavy amount of the damage. So with a cold demeanor, Thal threw another section of scales towards the stranger, offering a simple "Nice work" before turning briskly to leave. She had other places to be.
Thalassa takes some of the scales.
the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.
they keep me up at night.
Thalassa
