07-01-2022, 23:29:22 PM
Quinarva sits on a stump and contemplated her fate. She had no choice but to trust Fentiriss and Lukanios, no matter what. Just...if only she had been more careful. Even now, she felt the cold breath of the Vigilante upon her. The fire in her eyes was washed out. She wouldn't bear to be alone tonight. With none trusting her to not hurt them during their sleep, she decided to fool-proof herself.
She walked to the nearest rock, holding her head right to its level, and threw her head at it with all her remaining might.
Whack. Whack. WHACK. In three or four swings, both antlers, assuming they regenerated when she was resurrected, snapped off. She was back to having two flat stumps on her head.
"There. Now I can't gouge anyones' eyes out." Quinarva smiled. Well, she still could with her claws, but she wasn't willing to be shot dead without her hands. "All I ask is comfort in my last hours. WhenI find Susan, I swear I will give her the same hope I was given."
She walked to the nearest rock, holding her head right to its level, and threw her head at it with all her remaining might.
Whack. Whack. WHACK. In three or four swings, both antlers, assuming they regenerated when she was resurrected, snapped off. She was back to having two flat stumps on her head.
"There. Now I can't gouge anyones' eyes out." Quinarva smiled. Well, she still could with her claws, but she wasn't willing to be shot dead without her hands. "All I ask is comfort in my last hours. WhenI find Susan, I swear I will give her the same hope I was given."
If you hear about someone putting characters through intense despair and misery, then that someone is probably me.