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Re: Kylie (Courage Wolf)
Kylie, cleaving through the wood as if it was an entire armor of minotaurs, twitched visibly when Amara spoke behind her, and spun around, before opening her ears and huffing. Looking down at her feet for a moment, Kylie panting raggedly as she had not made any effort whatsoever to conserve her energy, she was slow to answer.
Rotten Luck. Bad Fucking luck is what happened... RAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! She said, finishing with an enraged scream before she took the axe in both hands and threw it at another tree, splitting the trunk in two and lodging the axe in place.
Another bout of panting, Kylie's chest and shoulders surging, the assassin made the visible effort to calm down, the adrenaline slow to work from her system as always, and spoke again.We went for a hunt, just something to do, maybe do a little good by playing pest control, and smacked into a Northern Minotaur. It's dead now, but Miu took the frontline and went down before I could finish the creature off. When she fell, she landed on one of my discarded arrows so I potioned up and ran her back here as fast as I could. Kylie muttered, dropping down, her back to the stump of one of the recently split trees.
Spitting on the ground, Kylie looked up and shook her head, muttering curses at all the unlikely things that could happen. Landing on an arrow like that, Ferociously rare. If that fat thickskinned bastard hadn't been yanking them out and leaving them around the battlefield...
Maria is fine, she's with Giselle recovering from an exciting day of her own, and some new experiences is all. You needn't worry. Kylie added, waving her hand in the air as if that detail really wasn't of importance considering everything that had just happened. Still, I may be taking my future hunts alone. I don't appreciate seeing my friends hurt like that. Just... no. Still, I'm really just thankful I got her here as quickly as I did, Rather then kicking down Reina's door.
Standing up, Kylie finally noticed the state she was in, her hair, and clothing matted in blood, her face and hands, neck and any other exposed skin utterly washed in crimson, and now split by small streams of sweat that dripped from her face. She was the picture of a walking battlefield. Walking over to retrieve the axe, Kylie wrenched it from the tree with a single hand, and draped the heavy weapon over her shoulder. It really was well balanced...
I'm headed home, I'm sure my friends are worried and I need to clean up. Take care Amara, say hello to the others for me. Kylie said, starting to walk away and having no intentions to stay at the temple any longer, steadfastly refusing any invitation to do so as she made her way back through the village streets looking like she'd waded through blood and dealt more then her fair share, an axe across her shoulders, her bow shimmering across her back, and a dread look on her face. She needed a bath.
Kylie, cleaving through the wood as if it was an entire armor of minotaurs, twitched visibly when Amara spoke behind her, and spun around, before opening her ears and huffing. Looking down at her feet for a moment, Kylie panting raggedly as she had not made any effort whatsoever to conserve her energy, she was slow to answer.
Rotten Luck. Bad Fucking luck is what happened... RAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! She said, finishing with an enraged scream before she took the axe in both hands and threw it at another tree, splitting the trunk in two and lodging the axe in place.
Another bout of panting, Kylie's chest and shoulders surging, the assassin made the visible effort to calm down, the adrenaline slow to work from her system as always, and spoke again.We went for a hunt, just something to do, maybe do a little good by playing pest control, and smacked into a Northern Minotaur. It's dead now, but Miu took the frontline and went down before I could finish the creature off. When she fell, she landed on one of my discarded arrows so I potioned up and ran her back here as fast as I could. Kylie muttered, dropping down, her back to the stump of one of the recently split trees.
Spitting on the ground, Kylie looked up and shook her head, muttering curses at all the unlikely things that could happen. Landing on an arrow like that, Ferociously rare. If that fat thickskinned bastard hadn't been yanking them out and leaving them around the battlefield...
Maria is fine, she's with Giselle recovering from an exciting day of her own, and some new experiences is all. You needn't worry. Kylie added, waving her hand in the air as if that detail really wasn't of importance considering everything that had just happened. Still, I may be taking my future hunts alone. I don't appreciate seeing my friends hurt like that. Just... no. Still, I'm really just thankful I got her here as quickly as I did, Rather then kicking down Reina's door.
Standing up, Kylie finally noticed the state she was in, her hair, and clothing matted in blood, her face and hands, neck and any other exposed skin utterly washed in crimson, and now split by small streams of sweat that dripped from her face. She was the picture of a walking battlefield. Walking over to retrieve the axe, Kylie wrenched it from the tree with a single hand, and draped the heavy weapon over her shoulder. It really was well balanced...
I'm headed home, I'm sure my friends are worried and I need to clean up. Take care Amara, say hello to the others for me. Kylie said, starting to walk away and having no intentions to stay at the temple any longer, steadfastly refusing any invitation to do so as she made her way back through the village streets looking like she'd waded through blood and dealt more then her fair share, an axe across her shoulders, her bow shimmering across her back, and a dread look on her face. She needed a bath.