Anju
here I am again, bad news from a bad friend
they call me an omen - only here to torment
they call me an omen - only here to torment
Anju is far too socially awkward - and honest - to say she’s pleased to meet the man, but her chin dips in an otherwise feigned reciprocation of the notion. The itch under her skin begs for less chatter and more bloody knuckles, but punching a demigod in the face mid sentence is a little too religiously blasphemous even for Anju.
“Yes,” she answers concisely, but the guileless nature of her eyes clearly communicates that no offense is intended with her brevity. Riya meanwhile requires no tempting at all, much larger frame like a gold-tinged comet of excitement on Sugar’s gleaming trail. Anju in turn follows Ronin to the rack, examining the selection despite being confident she will not exchange her personal sword. “Axes are versatile weapons suited for similarly inclined wielders.” As close to a compliment as the woman can get. She is not immune to the subdued worship they all feel in this land for the demigods. “Throwing knives are my preferred alternative myself.”
Unsheathing her sword as Ronin selects his weapon, Anju twirls it lightly, familiarizing herself anew with the balance of its weight. Her stance widens and she waits poised but patient for him to ready himself opposite.
“Yes,” she answers concisely, but the guileless nature of her eyes clearly communicates that no offense is intended with her brevity. Riya meanwhile requires no tempting at all, much larger frame like a gold-tinged comet of excitement on Sugar’s gleaming trail. Anju in turn follows Ronin to the rack, examining the selection despite being confident she will not exchange her personal sword. “Axes are versatile weapons suited for similarly inclined wielders.” As close to a compliment as the woman can get. She is not immune to the subdued worship they all feel in this land for the demigods. “Throwing knives are my preferred alternative myself.”
Unsheathing her sword as Ronin selects his weapon, Anju twirls it lightly, familiarizing herself anew with the balance of its weight. Her stance widens and she waits poised but patient for him to ready himself opposite.
wicked and hellbent
a damned soul just pretending
a damned soul just pretending
