Cordelia
Food was food. That's how she thought of it. So when you hear that there are vampire gourds of all shapes and sizes in the Wild, you don't pass up the opprotunity to bag a few. Especially when they're still good for roasting. That's how she found herself in the Climb, bow in hand and a large pack on her back, intent on bringing back enough of the nasty little things to feed her family for some time. She doesn't even realize that she's not up here alone, easily moving through the rough terrain, boots crunching softly across the ground.
It isn't until there is a bit of movement ahead of her that she stopped, raising her bow and preparing to shoot, just in case. Quietly she lowered herself into a crouch, easing herself forward, eyes bright as she scanned for the source of the movement that was much too large to be a vampire gourd.
It isn't until there is a bit of movement ahead of her that she stopped, raising her bow and preparing to shoot, just in case. Quietly she lowered herself into a crouch, easing herself forward, eyes bright as she scanned for the source of the movement that was much too large to be a vampire gourd.
Say something, something like you love me
Less you want to move away from the noise of this place
Less you want to move away from the noise of this place
