so this is it.
09-27-2016, 03:46 PM
| There's a fire in her eyes and a fire in her belly. It's beautiful, and it keeps Fortune alive. It's pretty much the only thing that kept her alive more than once, so she'd continue to do it. Continuing to survive purely out of spite for the world around her-- how lovely was that. Fortune favors the brave, after all. Fortune is the brave. Fortune is the brilliant, Fortune is the strong. She can do anything she cares to and she can do anything she puts her mind to. There's a grin on her face as Faite agrees to a hunt. Fortune is nearly vibrating with the anticipation of it, with the idea of it. Her heart is very full in moments like these, and there's a sense of camaraderie that comes with standing beside someone else for a hunt. Two ladies, two cousins, that had the potential to be unstoppable together. Maybe Fortune was thinking a little big, but that was just fine with her. That was more than fine that was flawless. "I could smell some sheep around the fringes of the plane, are you up for it?" Fortune's eyes are bright, but if Faite is more in the mood for any of the gamebirds that called the prairie home, she wouldn't be averse. It was farther down the boarder that she'd seen and scented the beasts, a small outcropping of rock on the plane, an area with enough shelter to potentially be a den. Not too difficult, they'd just have to cut one from the herd and take it down. Fortune is bold, scrappy, and hungry. It feels lovely. fortune shock & awe |