This is starting to suck
01-29-2016, 10:09 PM
Illie would stare at this woman, blue eyes narrowed as she did. She decided right then that she didn't much like her. She was rude, wasn't she! Well, it wasn't like Illie had the best manners anyways. The second the tail flicked her she'd step to the side and glare at it. She was going through enough as is, not knowing who she was or where she had come from that she was bound to be a little cranky. It wasn't like she expected warm welcomes from wolves she didn't know, but she didn't really enjoy this. Blue eyes would slide back up to the woman, her lips curling without her consent. "Bite me," She seethed, staring at this woman. Little Illie had absolutely no idea what this woman was like, this..."mercy" she called herself. She didn't know she was a fire cracker, but from the looks of her scars, the young amnesiac could tell that she had been in a few good fights. And then she confirmed it with her occupation. Warrior huh? "Must be exciting," She murmured then, not taking her eyes off this woman. She wondered what it would be like to be a warrior, to fight, to feel strong and in control. To be able to tell the world exactly what you felt and able to back it up with some brute strength. And in that moment, Illie decided she wanted to learn how to be this...warrior thing. "Talk" |
*Note: Illie has cliche amnesia. She doesn't remembers that her name is Illie Skye, and nothing more. She will only introduce herself as Illie, and respond to that. Have fun.