#(in-chara)

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frcgment started following you

‘Oh.

          Shit.’

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[ approval ] - from elvyra ! (but only if you want my pal !)

     ‘You made the right choice.’

     Coming to the Inquisition was not something she had planned to do. It had not been something she’d wanted. However, blood debts must be paid, and she was one to pay her debts. A debt to this Lace Harding, became a debt to her Inquisitor. To this Inquisition. To see so many Low-landers, so many things that were not like she, it very nearly revolted the Avvar.     Now, this Inquisitor spoke words to her in Low-land tongue. As if familiar. She had, only moments before been set upon by others of her kin. Avvar, following a mad child, aiming to kill the Inquisitor and thus, the Inquisition. Men and women that were supposed to be brothers and sisters. They had set upon this one, blades bared from shadow and set upon death. They did not know she was there. They did not suspect. She was the hunter, The Stalker. The Long Arm of the Avvar. And this arm had found their throats before they could do harm to her charge. 

      She looked to the Inquisitor, thick, violent emotion in her eyes. ‘I could do nothing else, Sannhetssøker. I owe a blood debt. They were... fools. Following a fool. Even still. They deserve better than this. I will remain, and prepare them for burial. Leave.’

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[ enough ] reverse (because nobody's had the drive to tell drill to shut up yet and i'm laughing at the thought)

    A deep sigh escaped Nicolei as the elf prattled on and on about... whatever it was. She’d stopped paying attention to the subject some time ago. As she watched the deer she’d been tracking pick up on ‘Drill’s’ constant talking, it bolted. This caused Nicolei to move quickly, pulling her bow, nearly as tall as she was, back with practiced ease and letting an arrow fly at the quickly retreating prey. An agonized squeal could be heard as the arrow found it’s mark-- it would be a painful death. Nicolei felt sorry for the creature.     She turned to the Inquisitor, irritation flashing in her eyes as she towered over the elven woman. A large, painted hand slapped itself into place over Drill’s mouth, Nicolei’s lips curling into the semblance of a snarl.        ‘When I agreed to bring you, Sannhetssøker, I did not expect you to be so disrespectful of the hunt. Our prey dies slow, painful because of you. So, I will say this but once: Shut. Your. Mouth.”

      With that, she pushed herself away from the Inquisitor, seething. Mikah trotted along beside her, throwing a confused glance back to their companion. A whine was given to Nicolei, and his ears drooped as he was ignored in her anger. 

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"You have beautiful eyes."

Compliment the Avvar Babe U FOOLS

     It’s difficult to respond, as she’s not used to such open kindness. After all, the Mountains are harsh and she has become harsh along with them. However, a quiet smile creeps across painted lips as she reaches down to stroke the Low-lander’s hair with what little endearment as she could provide.         ‘Thank you, Bethany Hawke. You have... soft hair. Can you make mine soft? Like yours?’

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    ‘…hawke. that’s a good name. it’s strong. i am nicolei, daughter of alfried and huldine. ’            

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