07-16-2018, 05:19 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; border-bottom: 2px dashed;"]The lupine stood there, wading in her own thoughts. She looked towards the weapons that the Captain had set out, eyeing the sharp metal with a blend of curiousity and hesitance. She never planned on using a weapon based on her stance when it came to fighting and such, but she figured her skills with anything, even the simplest dagger, would end up being more of a hazard to herself. Rochelle didn’t exactly mind that, she knew her own strength and how to use it, and she felt whatever of herself she needed to use didn’t need to include weaponry.
Upon hearing the telepathic message of Solveig, she took a step back, watching the Soothsayer. A liability? Her eyes, now sticking out of her coal-matted pelt like perfect cuts of amber, narrowed into slits. Her composure was kept calm, but her tone was steady and serious, ”I know my place in this group, Solveig, and I surely know it is my place here to offer my help as much as I can. I am no liability.” She said, watching her through cautious eyes. The wolf ... couldn’t believe she’d said that, it had taken her so aback.
Disoriented from the blunt statement, she gazed back at Pincher’s selection of weapons. Without a second thought, she swallowed harshly, and padded over to the towel, selected an engraved dagger, and returned back to where she originally stood, letting out a sharp exhale.
Upon hearing the telepathic message of Solveig, she took a step back, watching the Soothsayer. A liability? Her eyes, now sticking out of her coal-matted pelt like perfect cuts of amber, narrowed into slits. Her composure was kept calm, but her tone was steady and serious, ”I know my place in this group, Solveig, and I surely know it is my place here to offer my help as much as I can. I am no liability.” She said, watching her through cautious eyes. The wolf ... couldn’t believe she’d said that, it had taken her so aback.
Disoriented from the blunt statement, she gazed back at Pincher’s selection of weapons. Without a second thought, she swallowed harshly, and padded over to the towel, selected an engraved dagger, and returned back to where she originally stood, letting out a sharp exhale.
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ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags
ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags