FAITH IS THE BULLET, HOPE IS THE GUN
02-21-2014, 11:11 AM
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MADE FROM THE PIECES OF YOUR GAME A voice at her rear captured her attention, a male voice that seemed quite polite but slightly wary. Easy to conceal was the grin that curved upwards her dark lips at the thought that a man might be frightened by her. She turned around, expecting the usual men she knew, giant brutes capable of levelling a forest with a look, and boy was she surprised. Mismatched gaze of eerie magma and blizzard tones would flick downwards to take in the stranger before her. One eyebrow would raise curiously as she met his gaze, easily giving him a quick once over to determine if he was a threat. "Good day, sir." She would reply curtly, dipping her crown in greeting. Slowly she would lower her haunches to the terra and regard the strange male curiously. He was clearly not a child, but he was so small, it was a new thing to her entirely. "May I help you?" She would inquire, tilting her cranium to the side slightly as she took in the tiny man's appearance. What in the hell was this? Were all the men here stunted, or was she previously living in a realm of giants? "Speech" |
OOC: Sorry for short crappiness of tag!!
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