OmegaRper42
Arbiter of light and dark.
Ratchel
Fairharvest
Walking through the small town, her migraine seeming to get worse with each step she took. Aditi please just strike me down with one or your divine arrows. Would be a hell of a lot less painful than the lumberjack splitting wood on my head. Rubbing the sides of her head to alleviate the pain, her groaning sounding almost like a small wailing.
The moment she saw the Painted one sight of the 'Inn' she felt a wave of relief wash through her body. "Finally. No more dirt napping." She could put the day before behind her, no more headache, no more drama, and most of all no more loud sou- "YOOHOO!!" Ratchel felt her head start to ring as she was greeted with a rather loud hello from behind her. Just as she was about to enter the inn too. Turning around rather violently her face angry as her fist were balled into knuckles so tight you could see the white bone. "WHAT!?" Her yell resonated across the town and caused some crows to fly off while making her painful headache worse. Huffing and holding her head eyes starting to rise to meet mask, so she could tell this guy to- to-to.
She stopped her face starting to feel like it was on fire, the man in front of her stirred some emotion that has long been forgotten. his silverish black hair seemed to shine in the sunlight, his energetic green eyes seemed to fill her with a kind of passion, and she just yelled at him like a crazy bitch.
Subconsciously grabbing her hair and averting her eyes, ashamed at her outburst over a simple headache. "I'm. I'm deeply sorry." The ring on her finger starting to glow a soft red, the heart-shaped gem on it was pulsing like a heart beat, that could be felt by Artimeties.
Artimeties
Fairharvest
Not being hard to find anyone in this small settlement it didn't take long until his eyes were glued to her butt as she was about to enter the Inn. Now the magic can happen. Yelling at her in a playful tone he quickly got close enough to put his hand on her shoulder. Ratchel turning around rather violently, yelled back into his face with enough force to shake some windows. OW! That hurt my ears! And people say I'm loud? Clearing his ears, his eyes started to wander towards her breasts and moved up to the face. We can still make this work. Now let's see that..... Eyes widening and face starting to get a tint of red on it. He finally was about to get a good look eyes and face. She, was beautiful. Sure he had been with many beautiful women but there was something about this one that made him feel...... Warm.
Turning her eyes sheepishly away from him and then apologizing for yelling at him. Holy cripes she's cute!.... I was kinda loud special needs person, hehe. Right. Since when am I not?" His chest tightened when she held her head in pain. No wonder she snapped back. If I had to deal with me while having a migraine I would flip my shit as well. Crap, she's turning her head more! Come on man! Think think think think. For a rare moment, Arty was speechless and could not think of anything. Though after a few seconds he got his mojo back. "No! No. I was the one that yelled like a spastic weirdo... My names Artimeties. What's yours?" Her gaze turned back to his.
Fairharvest
Walking through the small town, her migraine seeming to get worse with each step she took. Aditi please just strike me down with one or your divine arrows. Would be a hell of a lot less painful than the lumberjack splitting wood on my head. Rubbing the sides of her head to alleviate the pain, her groaning sounding almost like a small wailing.
The moment she saw the Painted one sight of the 'Inn' she felt a wave of relief wash through her body. "Finally. No more dirt napping." She could put the day before behind her, no more headache, no more drama, and most of all no more loud sou- "YOOHOO!!" Ratchel felt her head start to ring as she was greeted with a rather loud hello from behind her. Just as she was about to enter the inn too. Turning around rather violently her face angry as her fist were balled into knuckles so tight you could see the white bone. "WHAT!?" Her yell resonated across the town and caused some crows to fly off while making her painful headache worse. Huffing and holding her head eyes starting to rise to meet mask, so she could tell this guy to- to-to.
She stopped her face starting to feel like it was on fire, the man in front of her stirred some emotion that has long been forgotten. his silverish black hair seemed to shine in the sunlight, his energetic green eyes seemed to fill her with a kind of passion, and she just yelled at him like a crazy bitch.
Subconsciously grabbing her hair and averting her eyes, ashamed at her outburst over a simple headache. "I'm. I'm deeply sorry." The ring on her finger starting to glow a soft red, the heart-shaped gem on it was pulsing like a heart beat, that could be felt by Artimeties.
Artimeties
Fairharvest
Not being hard to find anyone in this small settlement it didn't take long until his eyes were glued to her butt as she was about to enter the Inn. Now the magic can happen. Yelling at her in a playful tone he quickly got close enough to put his hand on her shoulder. Ratchel turning around rather violently, yelled back into his face with enough force to shake some windows. OW! That hurt my ears! And people say I'm loud? Clearing his ears, his eyes started to wander towards her breasts and moved up to the face. We can still make this work. Now let's see that..... Eyes widening and face starting to get a tint of red on it. He finally was about to get a good look eyes and face. She, was beautiful. Sure he had been with many beautiful women but there was something about this one that made him feel...... Warm.
Turning her eyes sheepishly away from him and then apologizing for yelling at him. Holy cripes she's cute!.... I was kinda loud special needs person, hehe. Right. Since when am I not?" His chest tightened when she held her head in pain. No wonder she snapped back. If I had to deal with me while having a migraine I would flip my shit as well. Crap, she's turning her head more! Come on man! Think think think think. For a rare moment, Arty was speechless and could not think of anything. Though after a few seconds he got his mojo back. "No! No. I was the one that yelled like a spastic weirdo... My names Artimeties. What's yours?" Her gaze turned back to his.