every hour, on the hour, they drew blood
Nate Wrenzaok
 the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster
Age: 39 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds | Level: 10
STR: 55 - DEX: 45 - END: 50 - LUCK: 46 - ARC: - INT: 1 - HP: 500 - BASE ROLL: 91
PEMOTA - Mythical - Starwhale (narwhal) RAMOTH - Mythical - Dragon (Biopulse)
Played by: Johnnie
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NATE

”What, you think there needs to be more reason than that?” Nate rolls his eyes and spits, his nose wrinkling. ”Fuck, I almost thought you were clever.” He was ascended, she was an old god. Could it be any more obvious?

Of course, he hadn’t done himself a single favour, had welched (technically) on a deal when he’d already known he had no ground to stand on, had pointed a target on his back and then waltzed up on a silver platter. None of that mattered anyway. Safrin would have found a way to fuck with him no matter what, he was sure.

With a sullen sigh, Nate fishes a pack of smokes from his pocket, a box of matches following as soon as he’s managed to grab one. ”She asked me to do something for her and I didn’t.” The words come out so casually, it almost seems like he could be talking about the weather.
I love to see the sun
In spite of all it's done

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RE: every hour, on the hour, they drew blood - by Nate - 03-30-2021, 11:26 PM

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