Face to the floor.
06-05-2017, 12:26 PM
OOC: typical Mara cursing occasionally.
This was wayy too far, you ran too damn far! She'd come to realize her near fight that panned out differently than expected(there had to be a better word but she wasn't accustomed to describing such things) had not ended without consequences. It started with the continued haziness and increased emotional state, and was further confirmed with the ill feeling that never seemed to leave entirely. Why her? Back to the matter at hand. Having gone from the frozen tundra of the north to deep snow banks from a harsh winter in the middle of the continent, it was a shock to suddenly be in a desert. This was not better, this was worse, she was ready to head back and run off in a different direction despite not really knowing what she was running from. Minor details never stopped Mara before, they wouldn't start now. She'd just begun the walk back when she saw a pale man up ahead, feasting on a small rabbit. Stopping a distance away that was actually respectful for once, she watched him and murmured, "Can't be very filling. Seems the desert is a shit place to get a snack." "Talk" "You" Think |
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