REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
There’s a surprising sound out into the night, and while Rexanna would usually be found sleeping or home, things had changed. She had changed, and with it her habits. She finds much of her time spent outside at night in exchange for her time in the sun, soaking up the moon as much as she can. But the sound distracts her, and she cuts her expedition down in exchange for seeking it out. There are familiar faces among the group, and she offers a quiet nod of hello to Remi and Melita and Sam before she takes a look at what’s coming.
She doesn’t have much in the means of weapons, but she finds her magic quelling and burning deep within her as she sizes up the gourd. “Gods.” She says, stepping up beside Melita and looking at the creature with wide determined eyes.
She doesn’t have much in the means of weapons, but she finds her magic quelling and burning deep within her as she sizes up the gourd. “Gods.” She says, stepping up beside Melita and looking at the creature with wide determined eyes.
and a wound in the other
