cigarettes, the taste of whiskey on your lips
still haunting my every kiss - do you remember it?
still haunting my every kiss - do you remember it?
Hm. Well then. Apparently this was a bigger deal than she had taken it for. She merely raised a brow but nodded, remaining silent. Clearly drawing it out wasn’t the purpose, nor was she terribly concerned with the purpose of the stakes anymore. They might not be particularly close, but Ronin was the Guildmaster of the Monster Hunters Guild. If anyone knew how to hunt a Land Shark, it’d be him.
As soon as he spoke she followed suit, walking quickly away from the stake in the ground with feather-light steps. Her eyes stayed focus on the site though, glancing between the post, the deer, and the ground. Her magic was pulsing, waiting to be cast at a moment’s notice in anticipation of the Land Shark suddenly leaping up from the ground to snatch up the deer.
As soon as he spoke she followed suit, walking quickly away from the stake in the ground with feather-light steps. Her eyes stayed focus on the site though, glancing between the post, the deer, and the ground. Her magic was pulsing, waiting to be cast at a moment’s notice in anticipation of the Land Shark suddenly leaping up from the ground to snatch up the deer.
