the sound of a sword being removed from the flesh of half-humanoid ghost was enough to make a grown man gag, yet yara seemed almost a little too unphazed by the bloodshed & inhumane subjects she just slaughtered. jaguar had seen & done worse. radiant cheeks marked with green blood, hand now reaching down to grasp the arm of fallen blonde boy. " stick with me, kid, you're gonna do... " blood flicks off metal blade onto both figures, " just... fineeee... " news flash, miss flor didn't realize she would have to be babysitting a fellow trouble-maker; not that she'd realize she would have to be battling 18-foot tall half-phantoms in order to keep said baby safe. no. none of this was in her itinerary, color-coded & formatted for by her queen to follow. but now here she was, hand outstretched to properly greet preteen ( she assumed, rudely ) covered in some off-putting monster goo-blood, attempting to save it's little life. " hey.. what do they want with you anyway ? yara, by the way. you ' a thief or somethin' ? " not that she didn't respect thieves ( she didn't, but he didn't need to know that ) but she'd like to know as to why they tried to devour him anyway. call it a.. trade. information for his life saved.
@halfaghst - liked * the tiniest starter call.
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