11-06-2020, 09:18 AM
AND IT'S HALF PAST THREE
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS
BUT A DEVIL'S GRIN
AND ONLY ONE CAN WIN
elsweyr — tanglewood — three years
Normally she busied her days with hunting, always trying to provide food for everyone if she could. That was her role back in the tribe she heralded from. She was a hunter and also a warrior. She was one who most relied on and she took her duties seriously when it came to fighting, strategizing, and providing the necessary sustenance that her home and family needed. Even when they were fraught with peril and war she was there to do what she could and what she had been trained for. But today it was a bit different. Today despite knowing what her schedule entitled she felt the needed to clean up her home a bit more than what it was. Her decorations outside needed to be dusted. The feathers hanging above the front door rusting with the light breeze. The two skulls that adorned the stairs up to her porch needed cleaning too. But most importantly the inside needed a good fixing up. It was barren save for the few skins from the water buffalo and the crocodiles she had used decorating it. With care she began to throw out some leaves from and open window when she spotted the child. Today she did not have on her skull as she normally would, so her face was open to the world. Streaks of yellow paint marring her facial features with outlines of red.
Her eyes watched the child with vague curiosity, wondering what they were doing before she stepped out of her front door. She personally didn't know about their storages yet, though she would not give it much thought. She did not know of the purpose of storing things. Every meal counted. Stepping lightly from her steps the charcoal wild cat would approach as that seeds were being scattered, brown specks decorating the ground and at first she wondered if this was a luring tactic. Because of one such bird that came fluttering down to hesitantly begin packing at the ground. But as far as she could see Salvia was not attempting to sneak up and ambush the small avian. Then no....just watching? The silent warrior would make her way closer before settling her rump beside that of the kid, tilting her head slightly, the beads in her rugged mane clacking together. "This one doesn't understand what this is for. He does not wish to practice the hunt?"
Her eyes watched the child with vague curiosity, wondering what they were doing before she stepped out of her front door. She personally didn't know about their storages yet, though she would not give it much thought. She did not know of the purpose of storing things. Every meal counted. Stepping lightly from her steps the charcoal wild cat would approach as that seeds were being scattered, brown specks decorating the ground and at first she wondered if this was a luring tactic. Because of one such bird that came fluttering down to hesitantly begin packing at the ground. But as far as she could see Salvia was not attempting to sneak up and ambush the small avian. Then no....just watching? The silent warrior would make her way closer before settling her rump beside that of the kid, tilting her head slightly, the beads in her rugged mane clacking together. "This one doesn't understand what this is for. He does not wish to practice the hunt?"