you were forged in fire // and you rose from the ashes
murder and mercy rolled into one
(1)
The path opens, and suddenly there’s a clearing of a full herd of deer. His brow lifts slightly, but he lowers himself – cursing internally at his height in comparison, steel eyes lingering on the herd as a small amount of surprise crosses him as Ashe brushes up against him. He doesn’t react, instead, his eyes don’t leave the herd of deer. It only surprises him more when Ashe shifts again, back into herself, crouched between the two men, and he listens to her suggestion.
Yet he bristles slightly at soldier, he does it best to push it aside as he focuses on it – a curt, short nod as he draws his bow, focusing on the buck to the left. He lets Ashe lay the ideas down, suggestion to Loren before he focuses again, pulling the bowstring back. “On the left.” He whispers to Ashe and Loren, focusing on the buck and letting his arrow fly. Gods how he wished he had a gun, it would be just that much easier. Hopefully he wasn’t as rusty with the bow as he thinks he is.
The path opens, and suddenly there’s a clearing of a full herd of deer. His brow lifts slightly, but he lowers himself – cursing internally at his height in comparison, steel eyes lingering on the herd as a small amount of surprise crosses him as Ashe brushes up against him. He doesn’t react, instead, his eyes don’t leave the herd of deer. It only surprises him more when Ashe shifts again, back into herself, crouched between the two men, and he listens to her suggestion.
Yet he bristles slightly at soldier, he does it best to push it aside as he focuses on it – a curt, short nod as he draws his bow, focusing on the buck to the left. He lets Ashe lay the ideas down, suggestion to Loren before he focuses again, pulling the bowstring back. “On the left.” He whispers to Ashe and Loren, focusing on the buck and letting his arrow fly. Gods how he wished he had a gun, it would be just that much easier. Hopefully he wasn’t as rusty with the bow as he thinks he is.
which way is up?
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
