❀ROSALEEN EVELYN BLACKTHORN
20 / female / heterosexual / member of hunters / tags> open / loc> forest
The corner's of her mouth raised slightly, and you could only tell if you bothered to look close enough. Rosaleen had began to walk to Wren when she noticed a sudden shift in the forest. The birds had stopped singing their familiar tune and the air was full of tension. She narrowed her eyes slightly and slid a knife from it's sheath. Rose listened very carefully and quickly threw the knife in the direction of where a girl and dog were. The blade hit the tree with a loud thud, right where she had aimed.
➸ARKADY RHYAS FEYRE
19 / female / bisexual / loner / tags> open / loc> forest
Arkady sat on the hood of the car, sharpening her dagger. The ruby hilt gleamed under the sun and reflected it's rays. She heard the nearby groans of walkers and felt a sense of safety. She had always had a special skill with traps and snares, and was proud they had worked. Arkady took a long drink from her water bottle and looked into the bag of food she had. Various cans and dried fruit packages laid in there among other items. She had rationed it all out, hoping to make what she had last as long as she could. Arkady began to whistle a high-pitched tune, matching the birds' songs.
20 / female / heterosexual / member of hunters / tags> open / loc> forest
The corner's of her mouth raised slightly, and you could only tell if you bothered to look close enough. Rosaleen had began to walk to Wren when she noticed a sudden shift in the forest. The birds had stopped singing their familiar tune and the air was full of tension. She narrowed her eyes slightly and slid a knife from it's sheath. Rose listened very carefully and quickly threw the knife in the direction of where a girl and dog were. The blade hit the tree with a loud thud, right where she had aimed.
➸ARKADY RHYAS FEYRE
19 / female / bisexual / loner / tags> open / loc> forest
Arkady sat on the hood of the car, sharpening her dagger. The ruby hilt gleamed under the sun and reflected it's rays. She heard the nearby groans of walkers and felt a sense of safety. She had always had a special skill with traps and snares, and was proud they had worked. Arkady took a long drink from her water bottle and looked into the bag of food she had. Various cans and dried fruit packages laid in there among other items. She had rationed it all out, hoping to make what she had last as long as she could. Arkady began to whistle a high-pitched tune, matching the birds' songs.