by King Andre » Tue Mar 13, 2018 7:54 pm
A young man sat inside of a tavern, a gun draped around his shoulders conversing with other, older men. His skin was light and his hair was dark and curly, He spoke not of what nation nor cause he represented, the men simply assumed he was one of theirs. Outside, the wind carried sand which buffeted the people of the region, and a woman walks into the tavern to escape the harsh weather. She walks with a fluidity and confidence, a subtlety which made no effort to draw attention to her, her face already did that.
Indeed it was her face which drew attention. It was thinly veiled, leaving hardly anything to the imagination. While the group of men continued talking, his focus slowly drifted away from them. On her green eyes, long, raven black hair and caramel skin complexion. Her waist was thin, and her body slim and yet,, there was something sinister in her movements. Indeed, it was almost unsettling how freely she strode, as though nothing or no one terrified her, rather they should fear her instead. Her walk dripped with the swagger of a pirate, and while part of him was taken aback by it, it captivated him all the same.
He overheard some of the men murmuring, gazes shifting to her and back. A graying man rose from his seat in the tavern, questioning why she, a woman, was out while unaccompanied by a man. She turned to give him a sharp glare, but before the venom coated words could come out of her mouth, the young soldier had already taken her hand. He told the man that she was his wife and that she had simply gotten lost, speaking in a language that was not his own.
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