08-19-2018, 12:13 AM
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For a brief moment her lips pressed into a thin line, ears lowering to press against the back of her skull for such a notion was not looked upon kindly, but then had she not done the same, forced herself to move about though she had only recently lost a leg, touched by restless energy, wanting freedom she had been denied for so long. Slowly the anger and memories of those days faded, a faint smile curling about her lips, but a faint ghost. It was too clear it was for nothing more than show, edges tense as she took a deep breath, offering her own little nod in return of the greeting, not wishing to be deemed impolite.
“Greetings Onision, I am Ishayu, a Hearthkeeper of Sunhaven,” speaking with a gentle tone, or as gentle as her deep, rumbling voice might permit, edged with what some might deem a growl but was nothing more than apart of her voice, a soft hum rising behind it as she thought on how to word her next part. “I come baring supplies, herbs and food, but I have a few other things as well.” Her voice trailed off for she was unsure on how to approach this situation, unused to being within such a position when she had been nothing more than a follower for so much of her life, taking charge now, leading this sort of situation, it was terrifying.
For a brief moment her lips pressed into a thin line, ears lowering to press against the back of her skull for such a notion was not looked upon kindly, but then had she not done the same, forced herself to move about though she had only recently lost a leg, touched by restless energy, wanting freedom she had been denied for so long. Slowly the anger and memories of those days faded, a faint smile curling about her lips, but a faint ghost. It was too clear it was for nothing more than show, edges tense as she took a deep breath, offering her own little nod in return of the greeting, not wishing to be deemed impolite.
“Greetings Onision, I am Ishayu, a Hearthkeeper of Sunhaven,” speaking with a gentle tone, or as gentle as her deep, rumbling voice might permit, edged with what some might deem a growl but was nothing more than apart of her voice, a soft hum rising behind it as she thought on how to word her next part. “I come baring supplies, herbs and food, but I have a few other things as well.” Her voice trailed off for she was unsure on how to approach this situation, unused to being within such a position when she had been nothing more than a follower for so much of her life, taking charge now, leading this sort of situation, it was terrifying.
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the wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
[div style="font-size:8pt;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:-10px"][color=#000]drunk & driven by the devil's hunger, drive your son like a railroad spike