UP AGAINST THE WALL
01-29-2014, 07:28 PM
The hunt is not something that the golden woman is well-versed in, for she has always had family members to do it for her. She is a warrior queen; battle is her art, and she is a proficient artist. Even before she had hit two years she had been a stunning warrioress; her mentors had said as much. Virgil had brought men to their knees, and soon she will graduate to bringing empires down, to burning the kingdoms that dare to defy Olympians. Each step is calculated, her movements stiff and rigid, and although she lacks the grace of a well-practiced huntress she is proficient nonetheless. Thus, when the time comes she takes off after the unsuspecting hare. It senses her too late, and strong jaws crush down upon a neck, crushing bone and splitting through flesh. Blood trickles down her chin, but victory is hers, and her prayers and blessings are sent up to Nike and Artemis alike. |
01-29-2014, 07:35 PM
The woman she sees is a stranger, but she does not greet her with aggression. Virgil carries herself well, like the god she is, head held up high and fiery eyes locked upon the snowy-colored woman. She has no reason to be aggressive, and so she isn?t. She smiles gently, a friendly soul, at least as far as this stranger is concerned. ?And if I told you that battle is my main hobby?? she questions amusedly. It is not a threat in the slightest hint of the word. It is small talk, a meaningless inquiry. She wishes to glean what knowledge she can from this woman, so that she can determine more about these lands.
Knowledge is power, after all.