(GGE) oh i'm in trouble now (open)

WESSEX out of the night that covers me She nods in agreement. “Then Zariah. And people who are used to having leaders.” Whether or not she’s implying that they still don’t need one, or that it was the Outlanders who made it necessary (they were doing just fine on their own, thanks!) is unclear, except for her tone, which screams her personal opinions as loud as the words she’s already said. Wessex pulls the muscles and meat carefully from the legs, extending a pair of wicked looking talons to star to to hack into the joints. “Do you want any of the meat?” she asks without looking up as her weapons cut into the rest of the carcass, cutting it up for either him or someone else. Either way, it won’t go to waste? Blood and gore begin to coat her hands but she pays it little mind, focused on her butchering. “And what keeps you busy?” she inquires, intending to round out her picture of the tall, foreign man. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul