A Dangerous Game of Who Cries First
Adrian + Attor
08-27-2020, 09:11 PM
Attor had wound up here for no other reason rather than what could be called fate. If mindless wandering and trailing the scent of something strange and metallic was fate, then by golly it was fated. The woman carefully stalked through the various shiny objects, some sharp enough to deter the woman from admiring or touching. She was fascinated by such things, deciding this would be the place she would come when she had the skills to fashion either a weapon or some armor for herself.
The woman's icy gaze scanned the field, eyes eventually being drawn back to the few hulking figures of metal. Attor carefully made her way towards the structures, weaving in between various spears and sharp shiny things. She had yet to be scratched, but she noted a patch of her fur had been noticeably trimmed down on her rump. She frowned at the thought. She stopped when she came to the base of the figure. She leaned forward to sniff closely at the..thing, her lips curling in a snarl of disgust. It smelled of death and metal. Gross.
Attor moved into a bow before springing up to the first..level? of the structure, back leg slipping off as she held herself up by her remaining three legs. She was quick to right herself, placing her paws on the next level of the structure before she kicked off, propelling herself to the top.
"Still got it in me," she mumbled out, a nostalgic smirk on her lips. She was careful to avoid the one or two sharp things up here, finding a clear spot to lounge as she gazed out around the plains. The scent of metal and rust was almost overwhelming, but she paid it no heed.
The woman's icy gaze scanned the field, eyes eventually being drawn back to the few hulking figures of metal. Attor carefully made her way towards the structures, weaving in between various spears and sharp shiny things. She had yet to be scratched, but she noted a patch of her fur had been noticeably trimmed down on her rump. She frowned at the thought. She stopped when she came to the base of the figure. She leaned forward to sniff closely at the..thing, her lips curling in a snarl of disgust. It smelled of death and metal. Gross.
Attor moved into a bow before springing up to the first..level? of the structure, back leg slipping off as she held herself up by her remaining three legs. She was quick to right herself, placing her paws on the next level of the structure before she kicked off, propelling herself to the top.
"Still got it in me," she mumbled out, a nostalgic smirk on her lips. She was careful to avoid the one or two sharp things up here, finding a clear spot to lounge as she gazed out around the plains. The scent of metal and rust was almost overwhelming, but she paid it no heed.
Attor will curse when upset and can be a dark character under certain situations.
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