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Ricochet

Loner

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
23
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
54
player
06-30-2016, 07:25 AM (This post was last modified: 06-30-2016, 07:29 AM by Ricochet.)
no one can be just like me
The pompous woman went on to lecture her, just as she had expected. She suppressed the urge to roll her eyes again, a miracle within itself, as she listened to the woman tell her of the disappointing loss of life she had been snickering at. "Honestly, it couldn't have been used for much more," she grumbled, still wrinkling her nose against the smell of death and reeking tar all around them. Had she not asked this lady to save the lectures for later? "I mean, it was a elk for crying out loud, the most it could have been was a meal," As she looked around she saw scavengers, mostly vultures, flapping safely above the boiling pits and landing only briefly as they ate of the creatures who had been trapped here. "And my guess is that it was, so don't get your tail in a twist," Ricochet said, eyeing the strange woman again.

After this, she started to turn and walk away, but the lady was already a step ahead of her. She complained of the headache the smell was giving her and beckoned Ricochet to follow. The brutish woman did not care much for being told what to do, but she was on her way out anyway so she decided to just take the same path for convenience. And maybe she would get the chance to bump this annoying woman into a tar pit on the way out. The thought made her want to laugh again, but she cleared her throat and held it in. She didn't need another fucking lecture.

"Excuse me?" she said suddenly as the pet name hit her ears. Oh, hell no. "Little dove? I'm nearly half a foot taller than you, lady, and I'd be willing to bet I'm stronger too. Keep your condescending words to yourself, or at least use them on someone actually inferior to you." Her lip curled a little as she walked ahead of the woman, tired of taking this shit from her. The sooner they got out of this place, the better. She wanted to be alone again, honestly.

"Ricochet," she told her, in a tone less friendly than before. She didn't bother to ask the woman her name; she was bound to give it anyway, with a flourish of fancy titles no doubt.