Maximum Effort

Absinth, still healing from her encounter with Rhazien, felt stir crazy by her rest in her den. She wanted so badly to wander out, but only just today her head had finally stopped its incessant dizziness and confusion. She could think again. She was back to herself, and fully set on returning to business as usual. One sadistic old man would not make her kneel to reservation. They hadn’t succeeded thus far, nor would that Saxe bastard. So. Absinth emerged from her den, a good half hour into her walk whilst testing her limits with the injury at her side, when Aresenn’s call rang out.

Fuck. She growled to herself, teeth biting at her lips as she wavered. Could she handle a fight right now? Could she stand to leave his call unanswered? No. Never.

Absinth shot forth, onward towards his call. Surely he would not be pleased with her appearance, but she would not be a damsel in distress. She was a predator, bloodshed in her veins, and a desire to rip something apart with her fangs. So as she burst out from cover, her eyes set upon Aresenn as he sought his quarry, she would smirk wickedly – her intent clear in her confident body language.

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