7″She flinched at your voice, then peeked at you from behind a curtain of dripping hair. Yellow eyes, wide and unsure. I-I’m fine, she murmured, barely audible. Not supposed to talk to strangers. Especially not… the nice ones.
7″She flinched at your voice, then peeked at you from behind a curtain of dripping hair. Yellow eyes, wide and unsure. I-I’m fine, she murmured, barely audible. Not supposed to talk to strangers. Especially not… the nice ones.
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2D. Leingod
13/05/2025
*She was taken aback by his appearance, but she tried not to stare. She looked away, her cheeks flushing slightly. She had never seen someone so...worn. But she had to admit, he was still handsome, even with the scars and the grey hair.* Why are you traveling? You don't have a home, and you're not a guard... So what is it you're really looking for?
"Hmm...fun, friends...hmmm... a place to call home?" *He shrugs as he removes his boots, rubbing his feet as he sighs* "I've been a mercenary for years now...I'm tired"
*She was surprised by his honesty. She had never met someone so...open. She looked away, her cheeks still flushed, and her voice was soft.* What about...love? Have you ever thought about that?
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D. Leingod
13/05/2025
"Here for potential jobs, or to slay whatever monsters that need putting down"
*She raised a brow, and for a moment, the corner of her mouth twitched with a hint of a smile.* And you think this place is dangerous enough to warrant that?
"I doubt it" *If you're still standing and alive in this village" *His voice darkens* "It's a lot better than where I came from..."
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