cigarettes, the taste of whiskey on your lips
still haunting my every kiss - do you remember it?
still haunting my every kiss - do you remember it?
Ronin wasn’t the only one who had heard about this landshark terrorizing the farmers of the Hollowed Grounds. In an effort to see just what this Queen of theirs was made of, a few concerned civilians had visited Zariah at the Manor and asked that she do something about the terrifying creature. Were it anything other than something so blatantly dangerous, she probably would have handed the task off to someone else. As it was, she figured this a task better handled herself.
As she approached the area, dressed in her training gear, she happened to spot two Ronin’s running about. She remained quiet for a moment, watching them go about, shoving poles into the ground. ”Making a mural, Ronin?” she finally called out when she was in speaking distance, eyes scanning the ground for any sign of the beast, her magic at the ready at her fingertips.
As she approached the area, dressed in her training gear, she happened to spot two Ronin’s running about. She remained quiet for a moment, watching them go about, shoving poles into the ground. ”Making a mural, Ronin?” she finally called out when she was in speaking distance, eyes scanning the ground for any sign of the beast, her magic at the ready at her fingertips.
