Thread: War and Greed (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Talia wasn't as badly hurt as she tried to seem when Danika returned, though she was more furious than ever. After the princess left a few others had noticed, and while none of them had the courage to sneak in to the tent of royalty, quite a few of them decided to blurt things out... Many of an obscene nature, and part of her thought back to the rumors of what wolves were like. The mage began thinking that her fate would have her bound and offered to whoever wanted her, and it was terrifying, enough to make her feel backed into a corner and ready to kill whoever she could, or possibly kill herself before that happened. All she could do at Danika's taunting was glare, fierce eyes trying to disguise her helplessness. If only her hands were free... Just one good movement of her hand and the commander would be at her feet, pulled with significant force. She couldn't get enough force with the mere flick of her wrist, at best she would get Danika close and still fail to accomplish anything, as well as alerting the wolf to her presence, and she had learned quickly that if the other woman shifted and they were close... Well few mages would have the ability to fight that. In fact probably only two or three, and even then it would be iffy. Mages thrived when they had ample space or time to fight, because to a mage controlling the situation was their ultimate weapon. She narrowed her eyes for a moment, taking a look at both the food and the woman. Poison was the first thing on her mind, but poison would probably be a relief to the battered knight, her entire body in pain even if her magic was doing a decent job sustaining her. You're not entirely correct. She finally muttered, looking at the food with an almost pitiful expression. She didn't need food specifically to cast, but it did help. Mana is everywhere, food just keeps our energy up which makes it easier to cast... And we get hungry as well. She was speaking in a low, almost defeated tone, absolutely depressed... But still managing to keep the secrets of her people safe. She didn't want them slaughtered, even if she had some anger at being sent in as a sacrificial lamb. If you're hoping to squeeze information out of me with food please don't bother. I would rather starve than be the reason my friends and family are slaughtered and become slaves. Besides, you'll eventually be sending me off to a fate worse than death... To those animals who want to tear at my clothes and strip my dignity from me. She turned and faced the flaps of the tent, a good deal of fear showing in her eyes before she turned back and hardened her gaze towards Danika, So keep your food, I don't want it. It was difficult to say those words, and she didn't even try to sound convincing, because even if she had the resolve not to eat, she would never be able to truly deny being hungry. --- Sora was quite amused by the attitude from the wolf, though as she pondered on it, the personality the cute girl was showing made sense. If she was indeed a half-elf she could have received some gentle disposition, and with being treated as a 'halfie' lowering her head probably became second nature. Not to mention she was a beta if what Sora understood about wolves made sense, considering she was half-elf the alpha thing wouldn't have been natural. Still, why didn't matter, what did was that Sora was grinning and found it utterly delightful. That was, until the blacksmith spoke her native tongue and even called her beautiful, bringing an odd expression on her face. Sora wasn't the type to become embarrassed, she knew how beautiful she was, but it did surprise her to know a werewolf spoke elvish, even if she was a half-elf. At that moment her hand shot out and she grabbed Sasha, using surprising strength to pull her back and practically into Sora's arms, a playful smile and bright blue eyes looking at the young wolf. You're adorable She wanted to see what Sasha's comprehension was of the language and intentionally spoke in a thick accent, but even then the words were fairly common, and it was paired with her leaning up a bit to capture Sasha's lips. She didn't kiss her for long but the elf knew what she was doing, Elves were fairly promiscuous creatures after all, and she had been no different. As she parted her lips from Sasha's she leaned in past her face and to one of her ears, this time speaking in common, a very soothing tone speaking into the blacksmiths ear, I've taken interest in you. And with that she released Sasha and walked away, though turned after a few steps Sora, she gave her name without explanation and then swiftly fixed her mask to hide her appearance again before disappearing into the crowd. She wasn't even thinking of her bread anymore, she was more than happy with the compensation. Now that she had something interesting for the future days she was much more cheerful, even if on the surface she still had the icy glare and indifferent attitude towards others... Deep down she was giddy. It was hard to find people like Sasha in an elf village, most of them were either arrogant or just as experienced, and grace was so overly abundant that clumsy adorable things were almost non-existent. So what seemed ordinary or odd for some was the perfect form of plaything for Sora, and as she found her own people and their little corner of tents she slipped inside, thinking of the little smithy the entire time.