And I know I'm asking too much
And I know I'm taking control
And I know I'm taking control
Liam meant it when he offered to let her lead, and he listened carefully to her instructions. She acted older than she surely was, giving orders in a clear, efficient way that made him think of his days as a soldier. He nodded along, then followed her up the drift, barely peeking out above the top to pick his own target - a larger stag, though not so large that he'd be wasting any of it. While he only needed the pelt, he'd be transporting the meat back to the Citadel to disperse to those in need of it, and a set of antlers would always make a good trophy.
At Theea's joke, Liam glanced at her and snorted a soft laugh. "You seem perfectly capable," he commented, but his focus was on the hunt, not on stroking a stranger's ego. Still, he'd learned long ago not to judge a book by its cover. Sometimes strength was found where one would least expect it.
She was away before too long, Liam marking his own target as he waited for the girl's signal. When it came, he lurched to his feet, sighting down his own arrow and loosing his arrow. It flew true, striking straight into the buck's heart, and the creature fell before it even knew what had hit it. The herd erupted, and Liam glanced over to find the girl's yearling injured, but not yet dead - but she seemed to have it well in hand. Still, he cocked the crossbow he carried once more, just in case it was needed, and hurried towards his own kill to ensure it was dead. He wouldn't let the stag suffer any more than the stranger would with her target.
At Theea's joke, Liam glanced at her and snorted a soft laugh. "You seem perfectly capable," he commented, but his focus was on the hunt, not on stroking a stranger's ego. Still, he'd learned long ago not to judge a book by its cover. Sometimes strength was found where one would least expect it.
She was away before too long, Liam marking his own target as he waited for the girl's signal. When it came, he lurched to his feet, sighting down his own arrow and loosing his arrow. It flew true, striking straight into the buck's heart, and the creature fell before it even knew what had hit it. The herd erupted, and Liam glanced over to find the girl's yearling injured, but not yet dead - but she seemed to have it well in hand. Still, he cocked the crossbow he carried once more, just in case it was needed, and hurried towards his own kill to ensure it was dead. He wouldn't let the stag suffer any more than the stranger would with her target.
But a heart that's not worth breaking
Isn't worth much, not at all
Isn't worth much, not at all
Liam
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
