Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them
Maybe staying out of the way would have been the smarter move, but Noe has never been one to pull her punches. Even when they don't seem to do much in the way of damage.
She has just enough time to register that her attack hardly does anything at all before a clumpy arm - if it can be called that - is crashing into her side, pulling a cry of pain from her lips as she staggers back. Hissing through her teeth, she falls to one knee - but then the blonde man is there in front of her, finishing off the mudling, and she lets out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.
His name is Liam, it seems, and he kneels beside her, talking with a gentle tone. "Noe," she grits out between clenched teeth. Gods, that blow hurt, but her pride is stronger. "I'm fine." Despite the evidence to the contrary.
Then the other man - Hawthorn - is there, and he's healing her, and by the time he's finished, she can breathe a little easier. "Thanks," she says, relief on her face and in her tone regardless of whatever scraps of dignity she has left to cling to. "That's a lot better." Then, glancing over at the eggs left in the mud, Noe palms the remaining two. "What are these?" she asks, glancing between the two men. And when no answers are forthcoming, she shrugs and pockets them - something to survey later, she thinks.
For now, though, she looks at the remnants of the mudlings and shivers. "Okay, so like, can we get out of here now?" she asks the men. And so they do.
fin
She has just enough time to register that her attack hardly does anything at all before a clumpy arm - if it can be called that - is crashing into her side, pulling a cry of pain from her lips as she staggers back. Hissing through her teeth, she falls to one knee - but then the blonde man is there in front of her, finishing off the mudling, and she lets out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.
His name is Liam, it seems, and he kneels beside her, talking with a gentle tone. "Noe," she grits out between clenched teeth. Gods, that blow hurt, but her pride is stronger. "I'm fine." Despite the evidence to the contrary.
Then the other man - Hawthorn - is there, and he's healing her, and by the time he's finished, she can breathe a little easier. "Thanks," she says, relief on her face and in her tone regardless of whatever scraps of dignity she has left to cling to. "That's a lot better." Then, glancing over at the eggs left in the mud, Noe palms the remaining two. "What are these?" she asks, glancing between the two men. And when no answers are forthcoming, she shrugs and pockets them - something to survey later, she thinks.
For now, though, she looks at the remnants of the mudlings and shivers. "Okay, so like, can we get out of here now?" she asks the men. And so they do.
fin
Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie
They say looks can kill and I might try
They say looks can kill and I might try
Noe
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Noe.
Feel free to use force/magic on Noe.
