Sep 15, 2015
avalanchesofdesires
“You look amazing. What are you getting all dressed up for, again?”
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avalanchesofdesires
“You look amazing. What are you getting all dressed up for, again?”
"What's wrong with that hat? I think it fits this whole western southern idiot theme perfectly."
4th Treaty (Insert name here)
"I think we lost them" Torania gasped bending over slightly bracing one hand on her knee the other clasped her upper right arm where a dark arrow protruded from the dyed leather. She was up to her calves in mud, out of breath, in pain, and ashamed. Torania hated running away from fights. Even ones that had been so clearly stacked in her opponents favor. She looked over at Alistair blinking the sweat out of her eyes and ignoring the pain in her arm. She could still swing a weapon. That was what mattered. "Are you ok? How are you holding up? Did they get you at all?" She had not seen him get injured but she had been rather busy trying to avoid more Chasind arrows in the dark.