Maeve
It would be much better for all of them if they didn't run into the vermin. At least, it would be better for Maeve. She wasn't up for that kind of fight. Not now. Especially when Locke is grumbling, clearly unhappy with the fact that she's doing any kind of work at all, but she doesn't blame him for that. Not when she's so close to her due date and they're out in the Wilds. Maeve has a moment to catch her breath as Locke pours the collected water into the casks in the back of the cart. The mules shift and bray, hooves kicking at loose pebbles as their tails flick, heads tossing.
Locke just manages to seal the last one up when the familiar cries of 'meat, meat, meat'. The caws of the crows a sick staccato, their cries for flesh splitting through the balmy air, sending shivers down her spine. Maeve reaches for the whip at her side, igniting it with a crack and the sonic boom almost urges the crows to scatter, but they're too tempted by the possibility of flesh picked from still living victims.
Maeve uses this!
Pheonix Whip | A magical 10ft whip that creates a small sonic boom and ignites the phoenix feather on its tip when snapped to cause fire damage. When not in use, the feather on the end looks like smouldering embers but is not hot.
Locke just manages to seal the last one up when the familiar cries of 'meat, meat, meat'. The caws of the crows a sick staccato, their cries for flesh splitting through the balmy air, sending shivers down her spine. Maeve reaches for the whip at her side, igniting it with a crack and the sonic boom almost urges the crows to scatter, but they're too tempted by the possibility of flesh picked from still living victims.
Maeve uses this!
Pheonix Whip | A magical 10ft whip that creates a small sonic boom and ignites the phoenix feather on its tip when snapped to cause fire damage. When not in use, the feather on the end looks like smouldering embers but is not hot.
Long nights, daydreams
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
