#woodswarder

[daespair]

" i only hope your search has been more successful than my own .. " the people were rather tight lipped ; even with kehda's carefully crafted charisma and social skills. she rests a hand on her hip, " no one is willing to speak with me beyond simple conversation. " there was the matter that she was in a slightly foul mood, of course. her lack of progress in her search definitely was not helping at all, either. " i'm tired. " she states offhand, frowning.

@woodswarder, closed starter.

[primalvessel]

❝ how the fuck did you manage to do this!? nevermind. let me help you. ❞

His smile was sheepish, there was a wash of pink across the bridge of his nose and his ears were back a little but the only thing wounded really was his pride.

"I was bored," he admitted, finally holding still so as not to tangle himself any further than he already was.

"In my defence, I was left unattended for an extended period of time." As if that was any kind of defence.

"Let's not tell the other Scions about this, yeah? Shtola will never let me live it down..."

[adenial]

ㅤㅤ"ㅤhow much of yourself do you think you can change , before you become someone else ? before it becomes some sort of murder ?ㅤ"ㅤ- @woodswarder

[starsfreckled]

"and I was in the darkness so darkness I became"

lyric one-liner ( accepting ) // @woodswarder .

[woeborns]

@woodswarder sent : “  if it hurts,  good.  it means you’re still going.  now just hold on a little longer.  ”

her mind felt fuzzy, and her sight blurring with each step that she took. pain was common to her .. she was, after all, one of the first lines of defense in a fight -- a knight, meant to offer a point of distraction to their enemies. yet the previous fight had been enough to leave her in a near tattered mess.

mayhap she should have listened, and been less reckless in her choices. it had been the provocations of the voice in her head, small as it was, that had brought her to act rather foolishly -- and in such, had become far too hotheaded, placing her pride above her own wellbeing. she was, however, fortunate in that she hadn't died.

faine didn't ponder much on the time between when she had been knocked off her feet, head ringing and someone's ( potentially her own ) blood upon onyx armor, and to when she was being escorted away from where the battle had been. her head was foggy and there was little other than the searing pain upon her shoulder and along her back, that filled her thoughts. " h - how much longer .. ? " she asks, the words stammered out in slow cadence not in fear or anxiety, but in a bout of pain. if she knew any better, she was closer to passing out than she was to making it where she needed to actually go. that, however, was something she was not willing to admit, in fear of looking weak.

[conterminouss]

@woodswarder

Every match he missed was taking gil out of his master's pocket. Every match he wasn't down there on the sands was another mark against the cost of buying himself out of servitude.

And yet there he was, watching the match unfolding below and not participating in it. The master was pissed and he bore the marks of that anger beneath the thin, creased tank top.

He flexed his fingers, clenched his hand and felt the skin pull against scabbed knuckles.

Just a couple more days and then he'd be back down on those sands instead of watching them but by the gods was he tired of observing. He itched to be down there even as his skin crawled at the thought of the spectacle he was expected to become.

And speaking of drawing attention, Viera weren't a very common sight so his own golden gaze lingered on the one amongst the fights' spectators. Seemed familiar for some reason, though Y'renri couldn't put his finger on why.

So of course, even if it would piss off his master that he was no longer watching the fight, he moved closer for a better look. Maybe if he could see more clearly, he'd be able to place the Viera.