Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: Andromeda and Cassiopeia
Characters involved: Zaeren and Brianna
Setting: Estosa City and the surrounding grasslands
Time: Midday
Weather: Sunny and warm, with storm clouds looming on the horizon
"Well fuck you, too!" Brianna snarled as she hit the ground outside of a bakery in the wonderful and hospitable city of Estosa. Her pack hit the ground next to her, and her eyes met those of the store's owner.
"We don't take kindly to your kind around here," he said, drawling low and gruff.
Ears flat against her skull, Brianna shot back, "Well I hope you choke on that sorry excuse you call bread!" As the door slammed behind her, the dark-skinned woman gathered her things and muttered a string of curses to herself. "Stupid bastard was more than happy to take my coins. Bloody fucking robber, what he is."
A crowd had begun to gather around her. Brianna's ears swiveled in every direction as the people murmured about her. Pack in hand and straightening to her feet, she met the crowd with an icy glare and hissed, "I can hear you, you know." Some of the meeker women in the crowd gasped or cried in alarm. Men frowned and whispered among themselves. Heat rose to her face as her anger burned white hot in her stomach.
As she slung her bow over the rest of her pack, the sound of heavy footfalls drew her attention. Before she could even turn on her bare heels, a pair of heavy hands came to rest on her shoulders. Glancing back at the hands owners, Brianna found herself gazing up at a pair of city guards.
"We're going to have to ask you to leave."
"Get your hands off of me," she hissed, fangs bared.
Their hands tightened against her shoulders in unison--the hand on her left shoulder putting uncomfortable pressure on her scar--and Brianna found herself being ushered forward. "I'm afraid that's not an option, outsider." The older of the two had growled into her ear, and Brianna's blood ran cold.
Whirling around with claws unsheathed, pupils narrowed to little more than slits, Brianna lashed out. "I said get your hands off me!"
A stinging pain erupted in her wrist as the second guard struck her with the shaft of his spear. The hands tightened against her, and Brianna found herself starting at the sharp point of a spear.
"That wasn't too smart, miss."
----
The ground came flying towards her a lot quicker than she expected. With just enough time to hold her hands out and brace for impact, Brianna hit the ground for the second time that day, only this time on the dirt road outside the gates of Estosa.
"And here I thought cats always landed on their feet," japed the younger guard, sneering down at her, his eyes wandering where they shouldn't.
His senior spoke dryly, no emotion on his face, "You're not welcome back, outsider."
"Well I wouldn't want to come back, anyways," Brianna said spitting at the feet of the two guards. The whoosh of a spear through the air had the feline tumbling over her hands in a cartwheel, avoiding the strike narrowly. With a toothy grin, she took her things in hand and left.
The weight of her pack rested heavily on her shoulders now, and the wrist struck by the guard began to throb. Rubbing it tenderly, Brianna sighed to herself. "At least I sold most of my pelts. Too bad I won't make it to the forest before it rains, though..." She ran a hand through her long honey-colored hair, eyes fixed on the dark clouds in the distance. "Damn this city..."
Players involved: Andromeda and Cassiopeia
Characters involved: Zaeren and Brianna
Setting: Estosa City and the surrounding grasslands
Time: Midday
Weather: Sunny and warm, with storm clouds looming on the horizon
Brianna
"Well fuck you, too!" Brianna snarled as she hit the ground outside of a bakery in the wonderful and hospitable city of Estosa. Her pack hit the ground next to her, and her eyes met those of the store's owner.
"We don't take kindly to your kind around here," he said, drawling low and gruff.
Ears flat against her skull, Brianna shot back, "Well I hope you choke on that sorry excuse you call bread!" As the door slammed behind her, the dark-skinned woman gathered her things and muttered a string of curses to herself. "Stupid bastard was more than happy to take my coins. Bloody fucking robber, what he is."
A crowd had begun to gather around her. Brianna's ears swiveled in every direction as the people murmured about her. Pack in hand and straightening to her feet, she met the crowd with an icy glare and hissed, "I can hear you, you know." Some of the meeker women in the crowd gasped or cried in alarm. Men frowned and whispered among themselves. Heat rose to her face as her anger burned white hot in her stomach.
As she slung her bow over the rest of her pack, the sound of heavy footfalls drew her attention. Before she could even turn on her bare heels, a pair of heavy hands came to rest on her shoulders. Glancing back at the hands owners, Brianna found herself gazing up at a pair of city guards.
"We're going to have to ask you to leave."
"Get your hands off of me," she hissed, fangs bared.
Their hands tightened against her shoulders in unison--the hand on her left shoulder putting uncomfortable pressure on her scar--and Brianna found herself being ushered forward. "I'm afraid that's not an option, outsider." The older of the two had growled into her ear, and Brianna's blood ran cold.
Whirling around with claws unsheathed, pupils narrowed to little more than slits, Brianna lashed out. "I said get your hands off me!"
A stinging pain erupted in her wrist as the second guard struck her with the shaft of his spear. The hands tightened against her, and Brianna found herself starting at the sharp point of a spear.
"That wasn't too smart, miss."
----
The ground came flying towards her a lot quicker than she expected. With just enough time to hold her hands out and brace for impact, Brianna hit the ground for the second time that day, only this time on the dirt road outside the gates of Estosa.
"And here I thought cats always landed on their feet," japed the younger guard, sneering down at her, his eyes wandering where they shouldn't.
His senior spoke dryly, no emotion on his face, "You're not welcome back, outsider."
"Well I wouldn't want to come back, anyways," Brianna said spitting at the feet of the two guards. The whoosh of a spear through the air had the feline tumbling over her hands in a cartwheel, avoiding the strike narrowly. With a toothy grin, she took her things in hand and left.
The weight of her pack rested heavily on her shoulders now, and the wrist struck by the guard began to throb. Rubbing it tenderly, Brianna sighed to herself. "At least I sold most of my pelts. Too bad I won't make it to the forest before it rains, though..." She ran a hand through her long honey-colored hair, eyes fixed on the dark clouds in the distance. "Damn this city..."
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