Liam
I just want one more chance
So maybe, in retrospect, calling someone infected to their face wasn't the best idea, but we all know by now that, at times, Liam was not the brightest crayon in the box.
The soldier watched warily, his guard now thoroughly up, as the girlish facade dropped and the woman's movements became more threatening. When she stepped closer, he stepped back, his hand going to the place where his sword should have been - and realizing too late that he'd left it at home. Still, he wasn't going to submit to whatever the woman had planned without a fight -
Her glamour fell, revealing fangs, and horns, and a flicking tail - and Liam blinked, faltering at the sudden shift in appearance. Suddenly, and with a vengeance, the innocent girl he'd been determined to shelter and protect was gone, replaced by a bloodthirsty huntress who, if she was anything like Maea, could probably rip his throat out if she had the inclination to do so.
But he'd rather die than submit, so his lips pressed into a thin line as he prepared for a fight. "Do your worst."
The soldier watched warily, his guard now thoroughly up, as the girlish facade dropped and the woman's movements became more threatening. When she stepped closer, he stepped back, his hand going to the place where his sword should have been - and realizing too late that he'd left it at home. Still, he wasn't going to submit to whatever the woman had planned without a fight -
Her glamour fell, revealing fangs, and horns, and a flicking tail - and Liam blinked, faltering at the sudden shift in appearance. Suddenly, and with a vengeance, the innocent girl he'd been determined to shelter and protect was gone, replaced by a bloodthirsty huntress who, if she was anything like Maea, could probably rip his throat out if she had the inclination to do so.
But he'd rather die than submit, so his lips pressed into a thin line as he prepared for a fight. "Do your worst."
To put my arms in fragile hands
Table inspired by the lovely Skylark <3
