RAZA
The yelp surprises Raza as much as it surprises whomever is yelping. She immediately assumes a defensive stance with her trident tines aimed in the general area of where the sound came from. Despite this being (kinda) outside her bar and theoretically a safe place for her, the Torcher feels the need to puff herself up like some kinda’a dominant animal.
She puts on her best I’m the boss, don’t fuck with me, voice an’ begins to advance slowly, the sound of her footsteps absorbed by the sand. “You better fuckin’ show yerself,” she demands before stopping where she can still kinda-sorta see. Her lightning experiment is forgotten for the moment, paused in lieu of discovering the creeper who just lingers quietly in the dark like, well, a creep.
She puts on her best I’m the boss, don’t fuck with me, voice an’ begins to advance slowly, the sound of her footsteps absorbed by the sand. “You better fuckin’ show yerself,” she demands before stopping where she can still kinda-sorta see. Her lightning experiment is forgotten for the moment, paused in lieu of discovering the creeper who just lingers quietly in the dark like, well, a creep.
she's got a real quick trigger and some new demands
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
