Recent content by Larka

Larka stopped Itch from taking another step away, grasping onto her wrist tightly with her small hand. Her grip was firm and spoke of a hidden strength that didn’t match her small size. Her gold eyes were wild and bright from the screams coming down the hall. She had already forgotten their...

She wanted to pat her cheeks warm, but her hands were too filthy to touch her own face. Touching her food was fine, but her actual skin? Larka didn’t want an angry colony of zits on either side of her face. As she followed after Itch, the hairs on the back of her neck remained pricked. She felt...

At first she bristled when Itch asked if it was a tall tale. All at once she felt like the girl had insulted her, called her childish and a liar. Larka had felt the need to defend herself, declaring how she had seen stranger things than a girl able to age and be reborn every month. She thought...

Larka looked at Asher, still pouting as he apologized. She had crossed her skinny arms over her chest, giving him a look like any puppy gave to a owner that had said a word they enjoyed. There was a part of her that wanted to continue this petulance, to turn her head and lift up her chin and...

“The girl who… oh, never mind.” Larka said, canning the tin and shoving it back into place amongst one of the pouches in her many utility belts. She looked up at the well, straining her hears to see if she could hear Kitty but was unable to confirm anything for certain. “I can tell you aren’t...

Finally! It was her turn! Sister Aysel was right: good things happened to those who waited patiently. The coins in her palm were now well warmed and perhaps a little sweaty, but coin was coin and Larka had decided that her sweaty coin would only help Lula not hinder her. She stepped up, holding...

A hint of a smile appeared on Larka’s lips at the gratitude expressed. The pain was gone with a searing flash that caused her smile to falter into a grimace. With little decorum, she helped herself up, holding the tin of meat high above her head hopefully, not wanting a single dingy drop of...

I am also good and still looking forward to the thread! I think it’s my fault for putting Larka in a weird position at the fortune teller which is holding everyone up. I can forgo her wanting that if it will help us all be put on the right track (:

No wonder why people didn’t like rats if they could move this fast while being so fat. Was Larka’s reflexes faster? Yes, she knew she could have stopped Claude if she wanted to. She just didn’t want to touch the fat rat, who knew what sort of dirty things were crawling over it? Larka sniffed...

Itch and Claude. Claude was a normal name, Itch was not. Larka wasn’t sure how she would feel about her name being anything other than Larka. Larka also wasn’t sure how she would feel about her name being a action one took against lumpy, pink mosquito bites in the summers. Although she supposed...

Larka moved back and forth from her heel to the tips of her toes, limp hair swaying back and forth. She’d braid her hair lately, for now, it was loose and smelled very much of her hunting partner. She did glance at Osuin who had pointed out the card that had fallen. She, too, was glad that the...

Larka considered the questions foisted upon her. Should she be moving? No. Should lie back down into the filth beneath? Heck no. Her lips were pressed into a gentle line of contemplation, the suspicion in her eyes receding as this girl seemed worried about her being. She couldn’t have been bad...

It hurt. Landing on her back, even if she had gone limp, it still hurt when she was no longer falling. She was lucky that she hadn’t landed on anything sharp, that nothing poked out in such a way to possibly stab her. Larka didn’t want any ugly scars on her body just yet. Broken bones were...

The sun was setting, blue and purple shadows growing longer and darker. Small brown boots swung back and forth on a abandoned stone well, dancing over a dark abyss with no end in sight. Even smaller hands fiddled with a tin container, trying to force too-short nails underneath the lid to lift it...