Set fire to the rain
Shelby
06-05-2021, 09:22 PM
Rûga watched her slow glance up at him with an enticing smile at his question, her answer insinuating many things for his imagination and bringing a lopsided grin to his rugged features. As the world around them slowly began to darken into night he steadily became more sure that he wouldn't be spending this night alone. It would be the first one in quite a while that he didn't spend lonely so he was grateful for this beautiful woman that had sauntered into his life.
He glanced toward the satchel of tools that still remained near the skinned doe with the roll of freshly harvested hide resting against it. A dagger poked up past the flap that covered the bag and a sharpened piece of obsidian that he used to scrape the skin clean lingered outside of the bag since he had failed to put it away before he got distracted by this lovely lady. He gave a laugh at the options she gave him for what his profession might be, a roguish grin giving her a flash of teeth. "I could certainly torture if you're into that sort of thing... though you'll find my kind of torture doesn't involve knifes or blood," he told her with a flash of daring fire in his mossy gaze, chuckling and stretching out more comfortably now that he was done with his meal.
"Alas, just a crafter, I'm afraid," he explained with a smirk. "Armor, weapons, bags, the occasional piece of jewelry... Those sorts of things." Remnants of a past he had left behind that still clung to him. Some things were impossible to escape and he supposed that if the worst thing he had to wrestle with was feeling like he couldn't fully detach himself from his artisan lineage then he was probably doing alright.
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