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Anastasia
Ana never really liked to hunt. Sure, she could skewer a liche through the heart and string them up on a stake without balking if she had to. But to do it to furry little creatures?
A bit different.
She didn't really have the luxury of being picky out here on the Spine. Not that Templars usually had that sort of luxury at all, but... life out on their new compound Herath had been developing some creature comforts she had been growing use to. Too use to, actually. In all her years as a recruit, a student, and even a diligent solider, she had never pictured herself as a Lord Commander's dignitary and out right lover. Never mind as a mother to the heir of a new Templar Allegiance. Life today resembled practically nothing from life two years ago.
The Templars regathering forces? Uniting as one- reoccupy old fortresses? A fool's dream. Or rather, her fool's dream. And as good as it was to have a hand in her people rising up again, Ana needed to fall back in touch with the real reason she had been doing all of this.
Slaughtering evil, of course.
It had been just a rumor. Just a rumor of some ghouls harassing a village, caught wind by her on the way back from a delegation. But she had been unable to resist the temptation of checking it out, even if it was irresponsible to move forward without her men. How bad could a small rumor be? As it turned out-- very bad. She frowned over the crisping carcass of a rabbit she had skewered, using her teeth and her spare hand to tie a bandage over her left arm. The wood of her fire burned thick and smokey, visable through the canopy above her.
It wasn't like her to mess up her wood selection for a fire. It wasn't like her to get nicked either. How frustratingly soft she had gone.
A bit different.
She didn't really have the luxury of being picky out here on the Spine. Not that Templars usually had that sort of luxury at all, but... life out on their new compound Herath had been developing some creature comforts she had been growing use to. Too use to, actually. In all her years as a recruit, a student, and even a diligent solider, she had never pictured herself as a Lord Commander's dignitary and out right lover. Never mind as a mother to the heir of a new Templar Allegiance. Life today resembled practically nothing from life two years ago.
The Templars regathering forces? Uniting as one- reoccupy old fortresses? A fool's dream. Or rather, her fool's dream. And as good as it was to have a hand in her people rising up again, Ana needed to fall back in touch with the real reason she had been doing all of this.
Slaughtering evil, of course.
It had been just a rumor. Just a rumor of some ghouls harassing a village, caught wind by her on the way back from a delegation. But she had been unable to resist the temptation of checking it out, even if it was irresponsible to move forward without her men. How bad could a small rumor be? As it turned out-- very bad. She frowned over the crisping carcass of a rabbit she had skewered, using her teeth and her spare hand to tie a bandage over her left arm. The wood of her fire burned thick and smokey, visable through the canopy above her.
It wasn't like her to mess up her wood selection for a fire. It wasn't like her to get nicked either. How frustratingly soft she had gone.
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