"Yes, you." Briar hissed, her eyes glowing brighter the more irritated she was with this shitty situation. She wondered if she would have been better off cutting him down before he had the chance to annoy the ever living shit out of her. But the longer he seemed to savor hearing his own voice...
Briar's eyes widened at the mention of the monster and the strange enthusiasm he had for it. She stepped back, boots loudly thumping on the floor. She was swift and in no mood for nonsense. "What is it you know about this monster?" She demanded, more interested in his foul pet approaching her...
"Away from that?" Briar was snippy with the unwanted visitor.
She studied him in the moonlight, her glowing eyes allowing her vision to adjust to the night. A brow raised, her head tipped to the side. Her hand never left the blade.
A human. Her eyes darted beyond him and back. She had not...
She ran, and ran until the she was forced to stop at a door slightly ajar. Just as strange as the open door in a city of fear was the sudden silence. She peered around the door's corner into a dark room of nothingness. No monster. Nothing.
Unless...?
Her glowing white eyes slowly scanned...
It had been far too long since Briar Atherton set foot in Elbion. A few years at least. While true, she had spent the better part of a decade a resident- her inheritance securing her a small home deep within the city, she’d left the place to collect dust while she traveled west in search of the...
“Yeah, well none of us are ever a fan of it, are we, Rainer?” She took another large sip to finish off her drink with no reaction on her face. True to her nature, Briar would remain so bizarrely unfazed even while consuming the strongest of alcohols.
Of course, this did not mean she was immune...
It was eerie, even uncomfortable, to be back in the Spine after so many years in Elbion. Admittedly, she was slightly insulted that she had only heard of this event by eavesdropping on some amateur monster hunter’s conversation at a tavern rather than by receiving a personal invitation. She was...
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