Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Jan 15, 2023 0:53:34 GMT -5
Zerori Thread PL: 70,000
Zriracha is not present
Zriracha is not present
From within the borders of what appeared to be a plain village with merchants, fishermen and various other Konatisans alike, a lone figure would be cutting through the crowds as she stalked the streets as if she were a woman on a mission. She wasn’t but nobody really had to know that. What had begun as just a curious revisit since that tournament her girlfriend had participated in had brought her here had turned into a bit of sight-seeing that Zerori never had the chance to indulge in before. When she’d first gotten here it was a constant day-by-day struggle to try and figure out why her mother’s power hadn’t ever returned to her. She was… wiser now. More knowledgeable about the secrets of magic and her clan then she was before so that sense of panic had all but disappeared completely. Now she just wanted to know what she missed since having come to this strange little planet. Her mother wouldn’t miss her too much back on Earth.
In fact, she’d come to realize that she looked a LOT like the people she’d seen here. She knew they were ‘Konatsian’ but what Konatsians were still very much eluded her. Thankfully, she had plenty of admirers that seemed to mistake her for one of their own - as if the tail wasn’t a completely give-away that she clearly wasn’t.
As she walked the streets, her sword and the pointed nature of her ears had seemingly tipped people off that she was some kind of mercenary that shared an origin with their people. Without prompting many younger elvish people seemed to gravitate to her with questions, stories and holy SHIT they really wanted to touch her sword. Like. Badly. Said sword was more than half of her side, a ragged sharp thing that thrummed with a dark energy as it pulsed red within its veins. While she didn’t blame them for their curiosity, the lengths at which they seemed to want to touch and learn about it had almost gotten to the point of harassment. One even missed and grabbed her butt instead!
Finally, when she’d seemingly had enough, Zerori would raise her voice while trying to glare at each and every elf with her uncovered eye, “That’s ENOUGH! No more touching the sword or I’ll let it steal your SOUL!” She hissed, lying through her teeth but knowing the fib was effective. The kids scramble away but the teenagers seemed to just take a few steps back before Zerori huffed through her nose and turned away to try and step in the first place that seemed open. All she needed was a seat for FIVE MINUTES!
When the establishment she picked out of random seemed to be a tavern of some kind, the Demon woman would just sigh and walk over to a table that seemed the most secluded, “Finally,” She muttered before grasping her sword from her back and settling it against the table and sitting down with a flop of limbs. “Some fuckin’ peace.”
WC: 518
TWC: 518
TWC: 518