Thread: War and Greed (Javorcek x ClearSight)

I think youll be changing your tune after a few more days without food. Danika smirked and grabbed a small chunk of deer meat, purposefully popping the delicious bit of meat into her mouth and eating it. She hummed happily, offering proof to the mage that werewolf food was just as good as it smelled. Hmmmthose men. If it is of any consolation, I would not give you to them. Though, I cannot guarantee that my people would let you walk away from all of this either. You did attempt to kill their princess after all. Danika studied the beautiful creature that was bound before her. Stubborn, and though that trait irritated her, she also admired it. Let us think about this logically, hm? My troops are going to march into your city with or without your aid. But the more mages we have to kill in battle, the longer this war draws out, the more angry and feral my men will grow without their wives to temper their wild nature. So while it is admirable that you wish to not be the nail in your peoples coffin, they are going to be getting buried no matter what you do. Your people, the ones who have sent you on a fools errand to dive into ranks of veteran soldiers in order to assassinate their leader, are the ones who brought this upon themselves. Danikas features became sharp, no longer the charming, logical princess as she thought about the whole reason for this war. We are not animals to be harvested for our pelts. Nor do our bones have any sort of mystical magical power to them. Your people are the ones who came into our lands and slaughtered members of our pack during the full moon. Wolves used all of an animal, they didnt just skin deer for their pelts, they ate the whole beast, even down to the marrow in their bones. But humans were wasteful creatures, hunting them for their prized coats and then desecrating their bodies by removing their bones. Humans and mages believed that werewolf bones could be ground up and mixed into tonics and potions in order to cute a plethora of ailments. It was barbaric. So, mage knight, you can choose to lay here and starve while my army pushes forward. My army who will grow more angry the further they march and the longer it takes to eradicate your people. Or, you can speak up now, and perhaps we will be in a better mood when we arrive at your city. Perhaps we will allow innocent parties to survive, people who have no scent of werewolf in their home may go free. ---------------------------- Sasha understood what Sora said, her mother used to call her that when she was little My adorable little pup, she would always say. So with that as her only reference point for the word, she didnt know whether to be flattered that the elf thought she was cute or feel foolish because cute was for children, kittens, and bunnies. The kiss helped clear up her confusion though, and nearly caused the poor, tired smith to melt into a puddle on the ground. Despite Sashas lack of experience when it came to physical affection, she liked to think that she kissed Sora back fairly adeptlywhen in reality she sort of froze up like a scared doe. As the elf leaned forward to whisper into her ear, Sasha felt a spike of heat blossom in her belly as warm breath wove its way around her ear and down her neck. The young wolf gulped as the older woman revealed that she had an interest her. She was waaayyyyyyy out of her league and she knew it, so having Sora say that she had any inkling of an interest at all in Sasha confused the hell out of her. S-Sasha. The wolf stammered out in response as Sora moved away. For awhile she just stood there, staying at the place where the elf had disappeared into the crowd before she finally seemed to remember herself, remember that she still had many things to do, and then uprooted her feet so that she could head off towards the food line to grab a meal and then head back to craft some more swords.