09-25-2021, 07:54 AM
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Soft fawn-like eyes blinked tiredly against the sun when he finally spoke, "Look, Kismet." A weak sigh parted her rose tinted lips, how she had longed for someone to utter her name in any sense after having been in solitude for so long. It still startled and delighted her all at the same time. Perhaps it was fate, as her namesake entitles, for Sköll to come across her path during a fit of sobs after having killed a rabbit for her own needs. Whether her grievance was solely for the rabbit, she would not admit to him that she had also been overwhelmed with the enormity of her loneliness. How deeply she missed warmed chicken noddle soup and the sound of other human voices aside from her own. Essentially, he had saved her in more ways than one.
When Sköll had first mentioned the lodge in the mountains, Kismet clung to the idea almost as much as she had to him. The uncertainty within his clouded eyes was unmistakable but she would never forgive herself had they not at least tried to figure out their own truth of such a group. Many would wonder how such a seemingly fragile, porcelain-clad girl would survive this ruthless world, but she was skilled in the art of silence and wielding a bow and arrow. Her slender frame would make it far too easy to melt into the shadows, stealth came as naturally as breathing. Then followed hunting, gathering and knowledge over the flora and fauna that remained. Not to mention her fierce stubbornness and refusal to die. She was also still self-training to better handle and utilize a sniper rifle Sköll had gifted her after coming across one during their travels which had already begun to mold to the grip of her gentle hands.
"We can rest soon."
"I hope so, I'm awfully tired. And hungry." Vocals of sweetened honey chimed in response while continuing behind his wake, eyes darting cautiously for any sign of movement around them. Already had her mind concocted an escape plan in case there were people beyond the horizon that weren't as welcoming as they'd hoped. Her breath became shallow the closer they came to the lodge, fear prickling beneath her cold skin. Maybe she'd made a grave mistake in pushing Sköll to pursue a faint idea based on whispers and rumors, a mistake that could cost them their lives. Nonetheless, her silken smile remained on her ghostly features when she turned to face him. Although his entire presence exuded primal, unwavering predatory power she knew that beneath his rough mannerism and brutality there laid a man who relied on her in certain ways she couldn't place.
"Anyone out?"
Kismet stilled promptly, gripping the unsheathed throwing knives she hid on the small of her back as her mind raced with recent memories. She knew Sköll's temperament could run rampant and consuming like that of a wildfire, but in the frigid state the world had succumbed to, she greeted his warmth with open arms even if that meant she'd occasionally appear singed by the flames. He had become her only friend, a genuine bond in what seemed to be a never-ending nightmare crawling with vile monsters that wouldn't bother with a second thought to butcher the girl -- or worse.
/ I'm half-asleep PLS forg ive me bae
Soft fawn-like eyes blinked tiredly against the sun when he finally spoke, "Look, Kismet." A weak sigh parted her rose tinted lips, how she had longed for someone to utter her name in any sense after having been in solitude for so long. It still startled and delighted her all at the same time. Perhaps it was fate, as her namesake entitles, for Sköll to come across her path during a fit of sobs after having killed a rabbit for her own needs. Whether her grievance was solely for the rabbit, she would not admit to him that she had also been overwhelmed with the enormity of her loneliness. How deeply she missed warmed chicken noddle soup and the sound of other human voices aside from her own. Essentially, he had saved her in more ways than one.
When Sköll had first mentioned the lodge in the mountains, Kismet clung to the idea almost as much as she had to him. The uncertainty within his clouded eyes was unmistakable but she would never forgive herself had they not at least tried to figure out their own truth of such a group. Many would wonder how such a seemingly fragile, porcelain-clad girl would survive this ruthless world, but she was skilled in the art of silence and wielding a bow and arrow. Her slender frame would make it far too easy to melt into the shadows, stealth came as naturally as breathing. Then followed hunting, gathering and knowledge over the flora and fauna that remained. Not to mention her fierce stubbornness and refusal to die. She was also still self-training to better handle and utilize a sniper rifle Sköll had gifted her after coming across one during their travels which had already begun to mold to the grip of her gentle hands.
"We can rest soon."
"I hope so, I'm awfully tired. And hungry." Vocals of sweetened honey chimed in response while continuing behind his wake, eyes darting cautiously for any sign of movement around them. Already had her mind concocted an escape plan in case there were people beyond the horizon that weren't as welcoming as they'd hoped. Her breath became shallow the closer they came to the lodge, fear prickling beneath her cold skin. Maybe she'd made a grave mistake in pushing Sköll to pursue a faint idea based on whispers and rumors, a mistake that could cost them their lives. Nonetheless, her silken smile remained on her ghostly features when she turned to face him. Although his entire presence exuded primal, unwavering predatory power she knew that beneath his rough mannerism and brutality there laid a man who relied on her in certain ways she couldn't place.
"Anyone out?"
Kismet stilled promptly, gripping the unsheathed throwing knives she hid on the small of her back as her mind raced with recent memories. She knew Sköll's temperament could run rampant and consuming like that of a wildfire, but in the frigid state the world had succumbed to, she greeted his warmth with open arms even if that meant she'd occasionally appear singed by the flames. He had become her only friend, a genuine bond in what seemed to be a never-ending nightmare crawling with vile monsters that wouldn't bother with a second thought to butcher the girl -- or worse.
/ I'm half-asleep PLS forg ive me bae
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in the land of gods and monsters — i was an angel