Omens
Jun 26, 2020 23:19:05 GMT -5
Post by Cyprena Sevenius on Jun 26, 2020 23:19:05 GMT -5
If she just kept going, she would eventually outrun all of her problems, right?
Ren realized after some time that she didn’t really have any sort of destination in mind, but that was sort of how life on Weyrd had become. A series of wanderings, going from unknown place to unknown place, which actually, suited her just fine. The whole regimented soldier life didn’t really end up being her. She ambled on, she had become a damn good ambler, a bite away from finishing her sandwich, ready to lick her fingers, before she rounded a corner.
And of course that thing was there, waiting for her. But Ren’s focus shifted near immediately, she’d run into creepy things all her life, but the sandwiches. After having such a delicious one, the iron smell, the drip of blood, repulsed her. She narrowed her eyes at the being, predictably reaching for her shotgun, but Ren had learned that shooting before asking questions was a bad thing...from experience.
She squinted her glowing eyes. “What the hell do you want?” She muttered, voice more wary than aggressive. Maybe she was crazy for even trying to address this thing because, well, it hadn’t done anything beyond give her a creepy grin. Could it even talk? Maybe it was trying to make friends with her and she was approaching it the wrong way.
She looked at the corner of her sandwich, bits of bread and filling all that was left. It had been so delicious, and though a part of her already mourned the loss, she held the piece out. Thinking twice, not exactly wanting some weird creature eating out of the palm of her hand, she tossed the piece on the ground. “That sandwich is for sure way better. Try it.” No one could ever say that she wasn’t generous ever again.