Nacola Vargr
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It shouldn't have gotten to this point, at least not for the noble house that had started their war with Nacola. Sure, she was hunting on their land, taking their resources, but to her boundaries meant nothing.
What started as a small reward to capture the savage woman, exploded to a much bigger tragedy. When confronted about her trespasses, she chose murder. She stained the earth with the blood of her opponents. She thought that would be the end of it. She was very, very wrong.
Her trespass and murder led to a crusade for her to be brought to justice. Her reward growing larger and larger with every death. Finally, it reached its climax. Nacola went right to the source of the problem.
She reached the mansion that had caused her so much grief. War paint covered her face and her arms. Determination filled her eyes. This would be the end. With a savagery only she was capable of, she dismantled the mansion in a hail of earth and fire.
The ground opened, the mansion crumbled. She used blood magic to turn soldiers against each other. She burnt them, buried them alive. None lived through her hail and anger. She thought now this would be then end, it only spurred her bounty further.
A giant purse of gold was offered in her retrieval, dead or alive. If she had known, she would have run faster and further. Instead, she spent her time enjoying the land she already had been. It was free of men now, and she was able to do as she pleased.
If one were to come across her, the would find her arms deep in the belly of a freshly killed deer, scooping its guts out onto the bloodstained grass.
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Nacola grunted softly as she separated the pelt from the flesh of the deer, coated in it's blood. Even as skilled as she was, it took time. She rolled the pelt as she fired it, setting it to the side. She slide her hunting knife across the belly, reaching in to remove the stomach and intestines. She gently carved the heart out, biting into its tender flesh as she took a small break.
Wind brushed through the trees, and she continued her work. She fully expected to be left to her devices, despite the destruction she had caused but three days ago.
She certainly didn't expect to be tracked, hunted, or slain. To her, it was justice. Nature claimed its own path, and that was how she thought as well. She knew no different. She lifted her head, tilting it as she listened. She wasn't sure, but she thought she had heard the approach of footsteps.
Acteon Cass
What started as a small reward to capture the savage woman, exploded to a much bigger tragedy. When confronted about her trespasses, she chose murder. She stained the earth with the blood of her opponents. She thought that would be the end of it. She was very, very wrong.
Her trespass and murder led to a crusade for her to be brought to justice. Her reward growing larger and larger with every death. Finally, it reached its climax. Nacola went right to the source of the problem.
She reached the mansion that had caused her so much grief. War paint covered her face and her arms. Determination filled her eyes. This would be the end. With a savagery only she was capable of, she dismantled the mansion in a hail of earth and fire.
The ground opened, the mansion crumbled. She used blood magic to turn soldiers against each other. She burnt them, buried them alive. None lived through her hail and anger. She thought now this would be then end, it only spurred her bounty further.
A giant purse of gold was offered in her retrieval, dead or alive. If she had known, she would have run faster and further. Instead, she spent her time enjoying the land she already had been. It was free of men now, and she was able to do as she pleased.
If one were to come across her, the would find her arms deep in the belly of a freshly killed deer, scooping its guts out onto the bloodstained grass.
-----
Nacola grunted softly as she separated the pelt from the flesh of the deer, coated in it's blood. Even as skilled as she was, it took time. She rolled the pelt as she fired it, setting it to the side. She slide her hunting knife across the belly, reaching in to remove the stomach and intestines. She gently carved the heart out, biting into its tender flesh as she took a small break.
Wind brushed through the trees, and she continued her work. She fully expected to be left to her devices, despite the destruction she had caused but three days ago.
She certainly didn't expect to be tracked, hunted, or slain. To her, it was justice. Nature claimed its own path, and that was how she thought as well. She knew no different. She lifted her head, tilting it as she listened. She wasn't sure, but she thought she had heard the approach of footsteps.
Acteon Cass