The Sticky That Holds It

[OPEN] The Sticky That Holds It

Essetia Posts: 218

Outcast atk: 5.0 | def: 8 | dam: 6.0

Mare :: Equine :: 16.3HH :: 7 HP: 64.0 | Buff: NOVICE

Romul :: Arctic Wolf :: Confusion Linds

02-14-2015, 12:05 AM

Essetia
I told you once, I told you twice
Have you no ears, have you no eyes
If this is love, then what it hate?
Do you understand my fate?

The Deep Forest had appeared a most perfect place of gathering and the Sleuth was quick to navigate the path that led to its threshold. However, as much as she wanted to comply with determination and speed, there was slight lilt in her gait and a soft sway in her hips. Essetia was growing weary and every new task appeared to weigh heavily on the newly appointed spy. Romul had begun to tire as well, but he wore his exhaustion with an air of dominance that often perforated the pair’s bond. When Essetia grew weak, Romul stood strong… he was the only tie that kept the mare’s fragile pieces intact.

When passing into the shade of the forest, the Sleuth sighed and glanced back at her partner. She was aware that they had both taken to silence in hopes of overcoming the fatigue that threatened to down them both, but she smiled at Kiara anyways. “Hopefully we’ll be done soon,” she commented quietly. With that, the spy turned back around and started gathering moss from a nearby tree. They could use it to mop up any water or excrement, because the Gods knew that over a hundred animals aboard a ship would need to use the… facilities.