for wenches and mead!
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02-02-2022, 03:02 AM
Exploring was the game, Jack was the name-- wait, was that right? Maybe. Fuck it, we'll go with that. Jack couldn't help but take to the land for her own sort of adventures. Something brilliant in the way she moved. Inelegant, maybe a bit manic, but fucken magic. Her secret? The antihero had actually gotten a decent and full night of sleep. Imagine, not being fucking exhausted? It translated to the girl feeling like she was on some sort of good drugs. Wild. And she was wild. She took to the Forest with her keen gaze and high steps, tossing her head as she moved. What was out here? It was a strange, eerie, foggy place. Fucken awesome. No like, genuinely, no salt implied-- Jack was a bit in awe of it. The silence was a bit unsettling, but it wasn't even bad. Confident steps muffled as she stepped over the soft, mossy ground. Everything about her was brassy, open, confident. She couldn't be stopped, and she wouldn't be stopped. Jack could be a man on a mission. |