ASHE
does the wolf apologize when it stands on top? should the lion say grace when it takes its mark?
As quickly as he arrived, the fierce warrior melted down into something that lacked aggression or hostility. She narrowed her eyes a moment keeping her hands loose at her sides as she regarded the man. He was certainly stronger than her, but we he faster? More ruthless? Cunning? Creative? What would he want from her if there was a sign of having the upper hand?
Best not to find out. While being underestimated her whole life had been a key player in her infamy and how untouchable she'd been, it had taught her to never underestimate anyone else. He had helped her though, a wolf, a wild beast for all he knew. As with every new soul, she withheld her judgement. Kalt, Vai, Ronin, Remi --- the only ones she trusted beyond the shadow of a doubt. She wondered if there would ever be more than that, or if everyone she looked at would have the potential to betray her. Paranoia, it seemed, would be a tougher demon to tackle than others. It kept her alive this long.
Deimos. She tucked the name away in her memory, burning it there with his face --- and a memorable face at that. The face of a warrior. Of a killer. She knew them when she saw them. Hadn't Kiada named him as friend? "Ashe," she answered, and as if reminded to, she took quick stock of herself. "I'm fine."
Her fire blue eyes lifted to glance about at the trees, Ludo's Wood blanketed in soft silence now without the echoes of her ghosts assaulting her senses. "I read about them back home," she said on the Wil-O-Wisps. She frowned. "They were a lot fucking nicer in fairytales." She had read of many things in fantasy books back in Northwind and Northaven alike. So much of the things she dreamed about from those stories she devoured were here in this world. Dragons, unicorns, griffins, fae, even gods. None of it was anything like in the stories.
Ashe looked back to Deimos, tilting her head up at him in an almost canine way. "What is it you're doing out here?" she asked boldly.
Best not to find out. While being underestimated her whole life had been a key player in her infamy and how untouchable she'd been, it had taught her to never underestimate anyone else. He had helped her though, a wolf, a wild beast for all he knew. As with every new soul, she withheld her judgement. Kalt, Vai, Ronin, Remi --- the only ones she trusted beyond the shadow of a doubt. She wondered if there would ever be more than that, or if everyone she looked at would have the potential to betray her. Paranoia, it seemed, would be a tougher demon to tackle than others. It kept her alive this long.
Deimos. She tucked the name away in her memory, burning it there with his face --- and a memorable face at that. The face of a warrior. Of a killer. She knew them when she saw them. Hadn't Kiada named him as friend? "Ashe," she answered, and as if reminded to, she took quick stock of herself. "I'm fine."
Her fire blue eyes lifted to glance about at the trees, Ludo's Wood blanketed in soft silence now without the echoes of her ghosts assaulting her senses. "I read about them back home," she said on the Wil-O-Wisps. She frowned. "They were a lot fucking nicer in fairytales." She had read of many things in fantasy books back in Northwind and Northaven alike. So much of the things she dreamed about from those stories she devoured were here in this world. Dragons, unicorns, griffins, fae, even gods. None of it was anything like in the stories.
Ashe looked back to Deimos, tilting her head up at him in an almost canine way. "What is it you're doing out here?" she asked boldly.
I do what I need to, what I have to, to survive. Closer than your friend, I can be your enemy.
