Thread: Wanderlust [Lookingforthis and Sigr]

Sigr said Their heavy steps made a ploppy sound on the muddy road, if such a thing could be called a road anymore. The duo had been traveling for days, sleeping under the open sky, something that would have been way better if the rain hadn't turn a four day trip into a miserable parade that was on its tenth day. I still can't believe you convinced me for this Rakka growled, showing for the umpteenth time her disgust about the situation, even if at least the rain had stopped. It wasn't like the orc wasn't accustomed to worse or that she couldn't endure it, but she saw no reason to. Her right hand brushed her greasy hair while she sighed,after weeks on the road it was dangling like tendrils on the right side of the face, since most of the left one was shaven. Even if Rakka wasn't making a face, her tusks at the sides of her mouth would give her a permanent scowl unless she made an effort to smile, something that only happened when she was about to indulge herself. Seriously, a home visit? her small black eyes gleamed when she looked at her companion, not happy about lacking information. Rakka stretched her muscular arms, her ample chest barely covered by a leather armor that offered protection against small hits. She was a firm believer that you were better off dodging or parrying the big hits more than trusting any of those human metal armors, so she needed the mobility. To be true, it would be rare to find an armored warrior that could withstand an strike from the greataxe she had on her back, as none had managed before. Below her waist her legs were bare until you reached those battered, muddy boots that started mid-calve, her groin wrapped by some crude briefs that were covered by an ornamental loincloth both back and front. Once again, mobility was the key, and Rakka wasn't some noble damsel that had to be covered ankle to neck. Her bare legs and arms, as was a good amount of the flesh she was covering with her practical clothes, were a map to the country of her life, scars marking the many battles she had survived, even if she didn't win them all. You said we were close Rakka barked to her companion. At least now I know why you left your home she looked around, unimpressed. He already knew why she didn't stay at her home, as she had told him during a night after a drink too many. Rakka wanted to see the world, to have unending adventures, and she couldn't really do so if she followed orc tradition and just stayed home to hunt for her couple and children or, even worse, stay at home nursing and rising them. She felt a primal calling, something deep in her race that pushed her to it, but she wasn't staying nowhere for long, that much she knew. Did the cat got your tongue? You won't be getting all soppy on me now that you return home, right? Rakka joked, knowing fully well that her friend wasn't an specially sentimental man. Click to expand... No, Elizar lied as he tried to hide a sniff, surreptitiously wiping a tear of melancholy away from his partner's sight. Ah home. His sweet incredibly shitty home. To be fair, things weren't as bad he remember. There were more wood and plaster collections of houses lining the road then when he was a kid, small villages obviously forming around immigrants. This meant that the dirt road they were walking on had actual habitual use that kept it clear of weeds and other shit that would have made travel a TRUE nightmare rather then the mildly annoying struggle they were going through. And Elizar completely and utterly hated it. He LIKED it better how it was before instead of this decadent luxury that the new folks brought. Honestly, he hadn't left a moment too soon! At half a head taller than his deliciously green partner, he would have been at home raiding some poor bastard in the barbarian tales of old. Blond of hair, he kept his mane cut short at the level of his neck, with a goatey long enough to be braided. The former he tried to not let it get too egregious lest he had to do as much wringing as his partner then when she washed hers, simply because he liked to make fun of how much time it took her. Ah, the little joys in life. The latter he oiled and straighten so that he could look suitably perverted and malicious. Not that those things actually meant anything but in their line of business those kind of monikers for some reason helped. Well, anyway, calm your tits we ARE close, He confirmed as they walked, packs of laden loot and personal belongings strung from their backs. See that wiindmill right there? He gestured to a wooden and stone edifice sightable at just 20 minutes away in the distance. My family killed the poor chavs who build that fucker a few generations back and took over the operations ever since, He proclaimed with pride. In truth, the reason why he looked like one of the barbarians of old was because...his family had been part of said barbarians not too long ago. Shoulders and back rippling with corded muscle, the tunic and rain cloak that he wore sat snug against the power build of his upper body like his iconic ancestors. As it happened, he too was an axe user like her and them. However, unlike his partner he was a true aficionado. He had, at any one time, around 5 kinds of axes in his body. Around his belt buckle hung the beards of 4 Frankish throwing axes, all deceptively weighed to bounce after being thrown. From his back, a small iron target hooked with a wicked half-moon axe for those special occasions when he was sure his gal wouldn't kill him by accident in a melee and it was therefore safe to close with the enemy. He also had a back up axe in his pack, more of hatchet really, along with his utility shaving axe and the back up of the back up axe. And oh crap, I still haven't told you why we're coming here, did I? Elizar smacked a fist on a palm as he realized that little issue. Well, honestly, it's nothing really, He began with a shrug. I simply wanted someone to introduce as my wife so that my family wouldn't bug the shit out of me, He continued on an easy smile on his face as he dropped that bomb. Of course his bestest of buddies would be up for that, right?