Doe, a Deer [SEASONAL EVENT]

Wessex… doesn’t sing. Can’t. Won’t. Take your pick. In some other life, she might be a very husky, smokey-smooth alto, suitable for jazz clubs and sultry pillow talk. But not here. The only way this woman is going to lure some Luxere in is with food. Lots of food. And like, not being scary. They don’t like scary things. It’s weird, this feeling that she no longer needs to carry weapons with her. The talons can’t replace the distance of a bow or a throwing knife, but as far as doing some up-close-and-personal fighting, she doesn’t really need to carry her knives any more… everything will just be up close and personal now. Anyway, Wessex leaves anything even remotely smelling like blood at her ramshackle little one-room house in the woods and heads out with a bag of saved carrots and another, larger bag of hay she nicked from someone with animals. Sorry, dude. Tradition is tradition. Luckily for the Outlander, the Ascended isn’t trying to sneak up on him. Not unkindly - but not particularly kindly, either - Wessex walks up to the man and stops behind him, asking quietly, “What are you doing out here?” It’s kind of obvious, but she’s curious as to how he knows about the Luxere, and better yet, that they respond to singing. On third thought, she’s also dying to know about the prancing unicorn. Maybe even more than the other questions. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm

I'm sorry this is shit :/
Kalt