Thread: War and Greed (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Myra had been minding her own business, completely in her own world, and then suddenly a nervous little thing stumbled into her tent and had Myra grinning from ear to ear. At first she had been caught off guard, after all she didn't like revealing her scars to people, to her they were less 'badge of honor' and more 'ugly marks of shame'. Still, the sweet thing that wandered in was so panicked that Myra couldn't help but chuckle, thinking how cute the girl was to be embarrassed after seeing her, and the alpha chose to take it as a compliment, though there was also the possibility her injury and scars scared the girl off. Be careful cute smith! she hollered with a chuckle, giving a quick, And don't worry about it. Myra wasn't like most officers because as long as people followed her orders in combat she didn't give a flying fuck about attitudes. It wasn't like someone bottling up their opinion or acting like a normal person was going to matter, and she preferred the fluid nature of being friends with the soldiers. Still, it was not a shared opinion... But what did they know. Most officers cared about the power of their position as a status symbol, but for Myra the only reason her being an officer was important was because she knew she could keep people alive, and that was all that mattered. Fame and status meant nothing. The wolf rose up and walked over to retrieve her things, an eyebrow raising as she looked at the weapons, a smirk on her lips as she gave them a once over. They were beautiful, absolutely astonishing craftsmanship, but what had her utterly amused... The symbol on the weapon. It was the symbol of a captain, which was how people referred to her and the rank she had held before being busted down for her 'attitude' but not her current rank. Hah... This is going to piss some people off. she muttered, moving the blade around with her good arm and nodding slightly. It was perfect, as if her own weapon was in her hand only better, the material and edge exceeding the 'master quality' weapons she had owned. She was going to have to find that girl, the work was worth admiring, and possibly bringing up to Danika if the girl would listen. Commander's and above could requisition specific people for their unit, getting a skilled smith was worth some effort, especially if it meant reducing the workload and giving the person better conditions in exchange for easy orders and repairs. Not that she wanted to talk to Danika all that much... The jerk. Okay, maybe she did, and maybe just thinking about her had Myra putting on a shirt and pacing about, trying to decide whether to push her luck or not. In the end she didn't, curling up on the bed and letting her mind get the better of her. Danika didn't want to see her, she would have come if she did. --- The absolute best part about being with the wolves, the food. Elves ate well, luxuriously, but they always had the same things and never added any fats aside from natural animal fats. What Sora discovered upon eating the werewolf food was absolutely amazing meals, and she was practically beaming under her mask, a grin on her face as she pulled the cloth down, revealing supple lips, and took a bite of a piece of bread covered in some immaculate herb butter. Right as she was about to go for a second bite someone came barreling out of a tent and smashed into the side of her, which wouldn't have been a big deal if the piece of bread hadn't hit the ground next to her and been covered in nasty dirt. Sora's face was filled with horror and then narrowed into anger as a knee hit her side. The tiny elf, revealed in all her delicateness, was furious, turning over to look at the oaf that ran into her but then quickly showing a look of surprise as the woman above her continued to apologize. She was cute, and she was the girl from earlier, the half-elf smith with sword skills. Still, the bread... It made even the surprise of running in to a mildly cute human dull, and Sora refused the offer of her and vaulted up onto her feet with immaculate grace. Damn wolf. Her natural language flowed from her lips and she cast an icy glare at the girl, moving from the offender to her bread and then sighing. It wasn't like she could do anything about it and after a moment she turned to the girl and leaned in a little closer than she should have, Don't be so careless in the future. She didn't say anything more, reaching back to pull up her hood before too many people caught a glimpse, and even moving to pull up the cloth mask, but noticing a glint in Sasha's eye, her own gorgeous orbs looking towards the young smith and her lip quirking up into a smirk, What, is there something on my face? When she spoke there was an edge to her voice but at the same time it was soothing, almost seductive in how comforting the tone was. If only she could control her desire to tease humans. Even earlier when she should have stayed hidden she engaged in combat and humiliated a wolf, mainly because of the halfies comments but also out of boredom. Elves lived long lives after all, toying with people provided them a bit of entertainment.