AGE
30
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Grimm Troupe
OCCUPATION
Grimm Troupe Leader, Sorcerer's League Competitor, Mercenary
UNSORTED
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Post by Myria of Blades on Apr 13, 2019 9:01:16 GMT
"Ah, wolves. A staple!"
What was Myria doing here, in the middle of nowhere? Well, nothing in particular. She was... mostly bored.
No evil plans to execute today, no Sorcerer's League matches or sparring... everybody had their slow days. Some people have their hobbies. Some people have their friends. Myria had... well... alternate venues for fighting. Fighting was great. It was like rice. You could have it for every meal. Just change the viands. The opponents.
So it was wolves today. They weren't your usual run-of-the-mill wolves, which was all the better, because normal wolves would probably be dead in a jiffy. Dire wolves, larger, faster, and better, with bits of bone for armor... they're all the rage these days, after all. Myria watched as the pack of wolves circled her, in her spot in the rubble. One of them was before her, teeth in a snarl--- a distraction. One was up a tree, overlooking her, almost hidden by the foliage, ready to jump down. Another was in a rock formation, similarly having the high ground. Another behind her back, she could hear, behind a broken wall.
She spun her sword. She spun her other sword. And her other sword, and the other one, and the other one, and the other one. She grinned, manically.
"What big teeth you have."
The wolves pounced on her, and she slashed. |
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AGE
22
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Etherium Council
OCCUPATION
Warden
UNSORTED
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Apr 13, 2019 16:04:38 GMT
Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on Apr 13, 2019 16:04:38 GMT
Myria of Blades The sounds of whimpering, dying creatures wasn't exactly new to Avalon. All kinds of wildlife inhabited the Great Reclaim, truly aligning the name to their all-encompassing residence in the former kingdom. The young Warden made her way throughout the forest, catching wind of escapees potentially making refuge among the foilage. Cowardice like that couldn't exist in her world--not anymore. If one couldn't survive the brunt of their punishment, then they had no need to live anymore. She shook her head as she continued over a log that was a tad too large for her. A sound of effort escaped her before she caught the same noise of a wounded creature. Though, something was different. The chorus of anguish wasn't simply animals doing battle with themselves. No, they were long, drawn out. Someone or something was savoring the battle. Avalon's maroon eyes narrowed, focusing on the closest way to get to the source. Avalon didn't bother with stealth. If someone was out here, it was someone like her. A hunter of beast, man, or both. The Warden did battle out here numerous times, such as when she was first testing out her abilities. There was a clearing, perhaps when an old building once stood proudly. As she encroached on the area, something in her turned. Avalon's steps became a tad quieter if only to ease up on her usually authoritative approach. As she came closer, her foot slowly turned to a red shade, blood creeping its way there and sullying it. Avalon ignored the thought because a more pressing matter arose. The blood came from the corpse of a dire wolf, torn asunder by a blade. Luckily, it died upon the first strike, lasting mere seconds in the incredible pain of being cut into pieces. Avalon's nose turned at the grisly sight, not for any reason but someone was practicing. Having a blast. Potentially getting in the way of her recon mission. And of course, Avalon decided to come alone. She sighed to herself upon seeing another dire wolf's life end in an instant. The sigh was in retort not to the brutality, but to its culprit. A smile reveling in the madness of gruesome battle greeted Avalon's sight. A woman stood in the clearing, in the center of everything. She was the one, Avalon knew, that started the fight. Avalon saw the other dire wolves of the pack on the perimeter. They knew they had to fight for the sake of their territory, but their innate senses told them to stave away. Death stood in the flesh of their brethren, willing to deal out more at her own volition. "Should I come back at another time?" Avalon spoke loudly, announcing her presence. |
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AGE
30
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Grimm Troupe
OCCUPATION
Grimm Troupe Leader, Sorcerer's League Competitor, Mercenary
UNSORTED
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Post by Myria of Blades on Apr 15, 2019 9:55:02 GMT
Dire wolves were tricky little things. They had bone plates where usually one could cut a normal beast and have it bleed to death or even shear it off completely, so one had to strike in places where they weren't that armored. Those places, instead, were parts of the beast that were naturally hard, coils of muscle and underlying bone. Still, those places weren't as hard as the armor, so what one wanted to do was to pierce a little through the unarmored part, and then slide the blade into the soft parts that the armor had been protecting. It was a fun little challenge of dexterity.
That said, it was getting tedious. She'd slain a fair amount of the dire wolves already with that method, and now they were starting to get wary and the fight would be much slower then. Maybe she could bait them with some more meat? She'd baited the first few ones here like that and they'd called reinforcements with their howls. Then again, dire wolves were smarter than normal wolves, and maybe that wouldn't be effective a second time... she could convince them that she was slowing down by missing a bit, or hammering their armored parts with some of her blunter, heavier weapons? Or she could find a different sort of monster or a different sort of spot, or both...
...she noticed her before she announced herself. Even though she'd been deliberating like this, playfully, in her head, she was very much aware of her surroundings. Her eyes covered every details of every wolf in front of her, her ears were ready to pick up any sounds from the back. She constantly checked for the possibility of more wolves or a different sort of beast coming her way. That was why, before the newcomer had even posed the question, she knew she was there.
She seemed content to watch, for a few moments, until she talked. That voice... she turned around. A dire wolf thought that was its chance, that Myria was distracted, but the swordswoman flawlessly executed a strike that took advantage of the creature's pounce without even looking; it helped that it was struck in three different places at the same time. Blood and gore squelched as her floating blades extricated itself from the dying beast.
"Hrm?" she asked, keeping a straight face. Her thoughts were a little less composed. The little Warden of Fersen was here? What was she doing during her free time? She thought the woman did nothing but her work... ah, but to be fair, she did nothing but fight usually. The wolves seemed surprised by her little seemingly absent-minded counter, so she supposed she had time to chat.
"No, no. Feel free to join! Who might you be?" she asked, feigning ignorance of the identity of the person before her.
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22
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Etherium Council
OCCUPATION
Warden
UNSORTED
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Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on Apr 16, 2019 1:43:40 GMT
"I have many names," Avalon said, removing her hat for a moment to slick her hair back. When she put it back on, her hand rose to the hilt of her blade. Fingers wrapped around lightly but remained there enough for an Iaido strike. She didn't try to hide the fact that she was preparing for any sort of combat. Looking upon the battlefield, it was apparent that Myria's nature was one drenched in violence, flesh, and death. Even more so, she felt as if Myria could simply come after her once the dire wolves left the premises. As Avalon observed them, it seemed that they were giving up on trying to fight anymore. A soft whimper escaped a few of them, where their sense of survival began to overwhelm their pride. Avalon then let out a hint of her own presence, not enough to show anything more than a threat to the creatures. With the mix of Myria's carnage and Avalon's will, they began to leave. Yet, one strayed too close to Avalon and she grabbed it by the scruff of the neck. She calmed it down with a friendly but stern hand. If Avalon needed to leave, at least she can make the fauna recognize her. Whispering some words to the hound, Avalon let it free. The wolf ran off into the deep woods, following their family. With all of the wolves gone, Myria had no other victims to...engage with. Avalon's eyes settled on Myria, accusatory and analytical. From what she saw earlier, Myria's technique was expertly crafted. She must have practiced her style endlessly, and the whole world were just ways to test herself. Combat was inevitable, Avalon thought, but there were other venues. Yet, Avalon took a sniff of the air. Beyond the obvious carnage left in the wake of the swordswoman's boredom, she remembered something. Avalon came out to the Waas Forest to find tracks of someone who had been wandering from the hand of the law. "A man with snowy hair with the ability to control ice. His nature is lethal, one found in an effective way of execution. He's a newer leader, but many of his enemies, both in and out of the Grimm Troupe, had been found horrifically murdered. The bodies were probably left as either a message or because the man didn't care enough to discard them more. His name is Meztli Citlati. I believe several captains are required to take him down. If encountered, please try to send a message out for reinforcements. He's not allowed to escape, but we must do our best to keep casualty numbers down."Avalon recalled one of the opening speeches of her enlistment at the Trench. The former Warden spoke to the new recruits about the Grimm Troupe. They were the premier threat of the land and they had to be dealt with extreme prejudice. Avalon believed in that notion with all her heart. They were terrorists without any regard for human life and the sanctity of the state. Here, in the center of a lost kingdom, Avalon studied the woman before her. Soon, the passive expression Avalon had begun to grow into a ruthless smirk, her fangs bearing not far from the dire wolves that Myria faced earlier. "I can only assume she is keeping a tally of how many of our soldiers she has killed."Stumbling across the Warden's room, they were communicating with some operatives over the repeated offenses of another Grimm Troupe leader. "She revels in combat, more than anyone else that I've seen. I'm unsure if we'll ever catch her unless we sent out a splinter force entirely dedicated to her demise."Myria's smile, seeping in a glee found only in her sadism. Her pale eyes resonated with a latent want to hurt others. Violence was her vice of choice and she didn't wish to seek any treatment. If she wasn't so dedicated to the Grimm Troupe, she would be gorgeous. But here, as Avalon stood as the Warden of the Trench, she only saw a monster needing to be exterminated. "Some call me sir. Some call me demon. I've heard the title of The Soldier of the Red Mist. But it matters not to you. You can call me the Warden. I am Avalon of the Leomagne Clan!"Avalon couldn't help it. She let some of her own cruelty seep out in her grin. "I'll allow you to give you your name, even though you'll be giving me it later when I drag you to the Trench."
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AGE
30
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Grimm Troupe
OCCUPATION
Grimm Troupe Leader, Sorcerer's League Competitor, Mercenary
UNSORTED
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Post by Myria of Blades on Apr 20, 2019 9:34:59 GMT
Myria tilted her head as Avalon began to speak. It seemed she was on her guard; well, she supposed seeing somebody killing off dire wolves for no immediately discernible reason was concerning, but there weren't any fiddly Council laws about that, were there?
...ah, but it seemed she scared her quarries. What a shame. The mad swordswoman pouted, even as she sheathed her blades and willed them to vanish. "Well, now you're intruding." she groused. "You made them leave and all." she further complained, much like a child having their toys taken away. She could try baiting them again much like she did before and much like she considered doing just a while earlier, but the warden's menacing presence would probably make the bait's effect much, much less effective. "I guess I'll have to go and look for some other monster to tangle with..."
Myria tilted her head in seeming confusion once again as Avalon started to, well, grandiosely introduce herself. "Wow, those really are an awful lot of names, sir demon red miss soldier warden." she commented, chaining the monikers together. "Ah, I have to add Avalon at the end too? And you have a clan and all? Doesn't it get confusing?" she questioned. "Don't you have a nickname or something?"
Even as she played the fool (and had fun doing it), Myria considered the chance that Avalon was on to her. Sure, she seemed plenty bloodthirsty, but there were other Sorcerer's League people like that... officers like that... heck, Avalon was like that. Then again who knows what goes through a hypocritical lapdog's head. Did she unearth some evidence, find some clue? Either way, she won't fold until Avalon could sufficiently prove her nature. Ah, but it was exciting, the chance to be found out, too.
"Oh, my name? I'm Myria. My fans in the Sorcerer's League like to add 'of Blades' to that, so it's 'Myria of Blades' if you want it to be slightly longer." Once more, she looked seemingly confused, regarding the officer. "Why would you drag me to the trench though? Do you want to go rock climbing?"
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AGE
22
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Etherium Council
OCCUPATION
Warden
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Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on Apr 21, 2019 3:24:04 GMT
Oh, she was being so coy. And mocking.How presumptuous of her. Was she really that worried about the wolves? Could she just take the encounter seriously? Avalon's eyebrow began to quiver as she slowly began to realize just how badly the mood was between them. Myria looked at her with a somewhat foolish expression, but she did so out of a jeering state. "There are no nicknames!" Avalon sharply replied, stamping her foot on the ground. It was hard enough to make the birds scatter, who had come to watch the show. When the noise died down, so did Avalon's quick burst of childish frustration. It took only a moment for the professional air to return entirely. Avalon had no time to fall into Myria's game, instead she narrowed her eyes. "I have a hunch," she began, "if I was a soldier enlisted to hunt down criminals and I had all these details about my prey, wouldn't you pay attention to the signs?" While she began to explain herself, she knew not to let her guard down. The woman had a fearsome instep as noted by her exhibition here, the Sorcerer's Games, and the notes left behind by her future victims. Enma's presence began to creep its way into existence, Avalon noticed while she began to call forward the listings--the gruesome scenes left by Myria in question. A dire wolf's corpse left wayward gave imagery to the description, much more than anything that a record keeper could. Bodies ripped asunder, blood spilled haphazardly, and an echoing laugh left to greet anyone who came to investigate. One moment of reprieve and Avalon could suffer a fatal blow. Despite the confidence in her fighting capabilities, Avalon knew that any Grimm Troupe leader would not give any soldier of any rank the time to brace themselves. "A person who reeks of bloodlust out in the middle of a forest but they're not hunting. They're not even sparring. If I saw someone killing these creatures the way you have here?" Avalon gave a glimpse of the bloodthirsty smile she herself bore, "then I would think they're having too much fun."
"Take that and just switch the victims."Avalon felt her eyes widen; she knew her words would upset the balance. "From wolves to citizens and you can see my point."
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AGE
30
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Grimm Troupe
OCCUPATION
Grimm Troupe Leader, Sorcerer's League Competitor, Mercenary
UNSORTED
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Post by Myria of Blades on Apr 21, 2019 5:46:51 GMT
"Now, now, don't be angry." Myria intoned, patronizingly. "You have so many names but no nicknames among them? That sounds kinda rough. Although I guess I don't have a nickname yet too..."
Honestly, for all the Warden was a definite threat to their... organization, she was all too easy to rile up. It was rather cute, actually. She had to remember she didn't want to trigger a fight right now... or rather, she wanted to, but if she could get out of this without an altercation revealing her true identity for sure, she could have a little more fun on the side. Delayed gratification and all that. She was actually rather smart, you know.
"Details? Signs?" She repeated the words as questions. She baited, she watched, she listened--- what exactly did the officer have? After all, it seemed from her entrance that she merely stumbled upon her little party, from how she'd reacted. The realization was a little bit later. So she probably wasn't looking in particular for her, but what was her evidence that she was highly suspicious? Why now, when she could have seen her in the Sorcerer's League games... ah, right, the Warden had no hobbies, at least from what she'd heard.
Reeking of bloodlust, huh... For a moment, Myria looked thoughtful, her eyes clear. Then she grinned, her eyes crinkling. "Well, I certainly can't deny that I'm having fun!" she laughed. "Although I'm pretty sure you can never have too much fun!" she loudly proclaimed.
...ah, is that all that she's going for? All that she's getting at? Rather... disappointing.
"I'd say these puppies are a lot tougher than your average citizen..." she mumbled. "...hey, what the heck! Are you accusing me of being a mass murderer?" she jabbed, pointing her finger at Avalon, and pouting again. "That's not nice, you know! And why would I go this far into a forest if I'm already doing something heinous like that?" She looked upset, but still in that childish manner, that it was hard to discern how serious she was.
...after all, I don't kill anyone who can't fend for themselves.
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AGE
22
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Etherium Council
OCCUPATION
Warden
UNSORTED
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Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on Apr 21, 2019 6:25:29 GMT
I'm not angry, Avalon screamed in her mind. She wasn't going to give Myria the joy of making her agitated. Yet, a shot of disappointment glossed over the Warden, who tilted her head at Myria's antics. She knew for certain that the blood-drenched woman before her was the leader that she was looking for. She heard stories that they were eccentric but what Avalon was bearing witness to was something entirely different. She let the thought of a nickname cross her mind. Her mother always told her that her name was beautiful; there was no need to bastardize it. Her father never fathomed the thought, probably thinking it to be infantile in nature. Killing the thought, Avalon understood one thing about their conversation right now. Avalon sat on the ground, crossing one leg over the other and displaying her dissatisfaction with everything. It would have been easy to admit it, Avalon thought. The presence of Enma grew a hint stronger. The spirit was still on massive guard, which Avalon was thankful for. If Myria did attack, a defense would come up before any damage would reach Avalon--or so she thought...she hoped. Nevertheless, her fighting style mirrored what happened to the victims. It was an unique style, to say the least. Figuring it out would be the biggest part of the battle. That fight wasn't going to happen now. Short glimpses were all Avalon had right now. "Psch."Avalon had a habit. When it wasn't serious, the Warden would show her emotional state with a noise. There were a few that people began to pinpoint. For Myria, she was introduced to the sound of Avalon's grumpiness. She groaned behind pursed lips. Reporting this was going to be a nightmare, but it was worth it. The Arbiters would know by the end of the day. A full report on the encounter, the theory on how her magic works, and her temperament. She wasn't acting well, this Myria, instead she was just teasing for the sake of her own enjoyment. "This is asinine," she mumbled, mostly to herself. A groan was allowed to stretch out farther on the second time around. "Okay, that's fair, I guess," Avalon admitted, if only to serve her next question, "then why are you out here in the forest, killing dire wolves? There hasn't been an overpopulation problem in years. They seemed more scared of you than anything.""Could be the way you smell?"Avalon caught herself with a wide-eyed expression. "I meant, the whole vicious essence. You probably smell fine. Nice. If not, like blood--Nevermind."
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30
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Female
FACTION
Grimm Troupe
OCCUPATION
Grimm Troupe Leader, Sorcerer's League Competitor, Mercenary
UNSORTED
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Post by Myria of Blades on May 30, 2019 6:23:46 GMT
"Asinine? What's that?"
Myria watched the warden grow grumpy and angry with her little comedic jabs, and it was somewhat amusing to see her squirm. Who knew there were ways to amuse oneself with one's opponents without drawing blood? This was a great discovery. It was also amusing to see her so blatantly on guard for anything she might throw at her. It was practical, knowing her, but it was amusing all the same.
That she admitted what she said was fair was something different. It meant, perhaps, that she was making a jab of her own, and true enough, it came. A question.
She decided she'd answer honestly... to a point.
"I'm just having fun?" she replied. "There are no Sorcerer's League matches today and I was bored." she said, matter-of-factly. There were no important operations for her peer group, too, but Avalon needn't know about that. "They certainly weren't scared of me until I managed to kill a bunch of them. They were snarling and all, too." In a way, she said the truth, but didn't really answer the question... of why she had to kill the wolves. It would be up to Avalon if she wanted to continue that line of questioning.
She sniffed herself at the guard's last comment. "I think I take good care of my hygiene... can you sniff me from this far? You must have a really good nose..." she said, her mouth agape in wonder.
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AGE
22
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Etherium Council
OCCUPATION
Warden
UNSORTED
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Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on Jun 3, 2019 19:02:01 GMT
 through fire and trial confess your sins Myria was acting in favor to frustrate the Warden. She couldn't admit it aloud, but Myria's tactics were working a bit. She would think that the Grimm Troupe would be proud to be able to flaunt their status around. Not Myria. Instead, she danced around the obvious confrontation with a gleeful temperament. Frankly, Avalon felt a slight apprehension in her forward progression. Fighting Myria here was actually...not in her favor. She noted the deceased wolves but she felt as if she was being watched. Myria's eyes never strayed away for too long, if only to lay a trap that Avalon didn't bother to draw near.
In the forest, Myria could have operatives. The whole display could a means for Avalon to get ambushed. Avalon sniffed the air again before focusing back entirely on Myria. If she couldn't say things outright, then she too would have to dance around the obvious.
If you're who I think you are, then I want to kill you right here. Right now.
Avalon made sure to let that essence linger in the air, allowing a tinge of her bloodlust to come out. At first, she resisted entirely. A few moments later, she let a hint out by mistake. Now, she stood, mirroring Myria's natural aura. "You can say that I have the nose of a shark truly. Did you know that they smell blood almost an entire ocean away?" A slight hyperbole, but one that would tell Myria exactly what she needed.
"But to compare me to a canine wouldn't be amiss. While I can smell bloodshed, I can also smell a lot of other things. Delicious food, for one," a joke weaved in to open up to a darkly casual tone, "but I can smell lies, feelings, and more if I really get close enough. It's why my prisoners never bother to spin tales. They know that I can get anything I need out of them."
"And sometimes, I can tell you...it's euphoric." her cheeks burned a gentle shade of pink, "Especially when they're so strong and they think they know how much they can withstand. But that's the real fun."
"That's my sport of choice. It goes hand-in-hand with hunting."
"Maybe that's why the wolves got scared of you. They realized that they were the ones being hunted...for fun." |
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AGE
30
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Grimm Troupe
OCCUPATION
Grimm Troupe Leader, Sorcerer's League Competitor, Mercenary
UNSORTED
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Jun 12, 2019 19:24:27 GMT
Post by Myria of Blades on Jun 12, 2019 19:24:27 GMT
She watched her fidget, amusement unhidden in her face, in her eyes. The Warden was being cautious of her, perhaps even overly cautious. She was actually here all alone; and while perhaps she wasn't completely certain who between the two of them would best the other in a fight, she was confident enough to lose the Warden in a chase, if it came right down to it. This was the Waas Forest, after all, not the guard's vaunted little homey dungeon; there were so many ways to run away.
Although, to be honest, running away does sound unpleasant. Right now, she was really tempted to attack the Warden, but that would only confirm the paranoid authority's concerns, and while she might say all she want about her in her reports, it was another thing to have proof that she struck an officer. So she would have fun with words instead, for now.
"Hrm, sharks, huh? I didn't know their noses were that good." she remarked. "...do they even have noses? Could you smell cookies?" she asked. "It'd be nice to know if the bakery I go to is baking them." She casually ignored the bloodlust steaming from the Leomagne.
She fell silent, ceasing her nattering, as Avalon reached her point.
"Hrm, maybe that was why they were scared." she remarked. "But I guess you like hunting too, huh? Although I don't really care if what I'm hunting thinks I'm strong or they're strong. In the end, opinions are opinions, and you only find out how strong you are when you're in the thick of battle." she opined, surprisingly clearly.
"But you have prisoners, huh? That sounds kinda kinky." she said, out of the blue. "Hey, since the wolves went away, want to find something else to hunt?" she invited.
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22
GENDER
Female
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Etherium Council
OCCUPATION
Warden
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Jun 13, 2019 23:57:48 GMT
Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on Jun 13, 2019 23:57:48 GMT
through fire and trial confess your sins "I love hunting, especially when the prey is so fun to chase after," Avalon replied, but she merely cut her eyes away from Myria. They glossed over, following Avalon's need to put away her want to attack. The teasing and jeering had gotten to Avalon for other reasons. She couldn't shake the smell of Myria permeating off her essence. She couldn't prove anything, and wanton slaying wouldn't go over well.
Especially not with Asher.
"Buuuuut," Avalon dragged on, "I do believe that I need to go hunt something else now. Or someone else, rather."
Avalon straightened back up, returning back to her militaristic stance. She adjusted her hat once more, making sure it was perfectly on straight. "Perhaps we'll meet each other in battle one day. I can probably go conquer the League if need be," Avalon chuckled lowly to herself. As if she had the time for such extracurricular activities.
A jet of red mist left Avalon's mouth before she began to step back. "Hey, will you attack me if I turn my back?" |
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30
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Grimm Troupe
OCCUPATION
Grimm Troupe Leader, Sorcerer's League Competitor, Mercenary
UNSORTED
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Post by Myria of Blades on Jun 16, 2019 7:22:50 GMT
It seemed she was certain that Myria was one of the people she wished to slay, and well, she was certainly correct; but, at the same time, as Myria had suspected, it seemed she knew that she lacked any decisive evidence to claim her as a criminal. She watched the hesitation in her eyes and continued to grin.
"Oh, can I join in? Wait, someone?" she said, feigning puzzlement at the idea of hunting a person rather than a beast. "Are they missing or something?"
Still, while she jested, it seemed this encounter was about to end; it seemed the Warden did not think her little farce was enough of a reason to stay. She supposed that was wise; it was not like anything she said could be enough incriminating evidence, at this point. It would be the word of one person against another, and... let's say... she had a couple of friends in high places.
"Oh, really? I'll look forward to it!" That last sentence, at least, was sincere, as she gave the officer a toothy smirk. Much like the sharks she'd been mentioning, just a while ago.
"Would I?" she said, coyly. In response, she turned her back to the knight, and stretched her arms. "I prefer attacking head on. Although I guess I could pay in kind."
"See you then, miss warden."
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