DESTRUCTIVE.

When it came to contracts, Yennefer knew that it was hard to get people to pay what was owed in the first place, and she supposed if people thought the Witcher was ‘monstrous’ enough, they wouldn’t even offer them the job in the first place. Didn’t help that over the decades, Mages hadn’t done right by them, and SLANDERED them whenever they got the chance. Yennefer thought it was disgusting, but her reputation wasn’t shiny either, so who would care how SHE felt about it? The answer was no one would.

“I had more of a chance of convincing people I was just a beautiful and powerful force of nature BEFORE I started stating my opinions the way I do now,” she admitted with a gentle shrug. “At this point, I see my name on a ‘most wanted’ list and I just shrug. People are going to see us however they want to, and yet we are the only ones who can change the narrative.”

      >> 🐈 <<                     ❝             YOU ARE STILL SUCH A THING,    sorceress.   i’m sure that that wolf of yours believes such things even if you spout opinions that could spark revolutions if    given    at the right time,             ❞        a sharp smirk forms on the felines lips while their chin rested in the    MID OF THEIR PALM.

   >> 🐺 <<                     GOES TO SHOW JUST HOW FAR their numbers had dwindled when he was considering even for a moment that fifteen was a decent head count.    the wolves were in no better condition than the feline school in number, worst in fact, and he accepted that number could only decline.    so was the world they lived in.    no method of making more, all they could do was watch as less came home for the winters.

           ❝           NOT ON SPEAKING TERMS … must be hard having so little comradery with the remaining, even at odds sounds to be a better fate.    makes for a poor winter i would imagine.           ❞

       >> 🐈 <<             THEY STRETCH OUT A BIT,    a tinge of discomfort from their hands beneath their gloves hitting them as they did so.   sensitive nerves in the hands were difficult,    especially in cold weather    ---------    it was beginning to decline.    their headcount of feline numbers was a rough estimate    ;    could be more or less.    all they knew,   truly,   was that aiden was out there somewhere. 

Perhaps it could be DANGEROUS, but that wasn’t exactly something that Yennefer found herself running from. The sorceress actually much preferred to know the stake of what she was up against before she continued forward–at least if that could be found out. Sometimes you simply had to jump at a situation and deal with the consequences later.

“The history of Witchers and Mages goes back farther than I,” Yennefer admitted with a nod. “The tales I heard were very different from the people I have encountered.” Geralt more than the others, but even Lambert surprised her sometimes with how soft he could be. Especially with Ciri, which Yennefer was more than grateful for. “Sometimes, I think it’s helpful for people to fear us. Fear what we can do–at least then, they take us SERIOUSLY…”

       >> 🐈 <<                     ❝             IT ABSOLUTELY DOES.    being alive for as long as i have it does    .  .   lend to    knowing    certain things.   the history of when things became unbearable and a trouble for mages is clear.   felines becoming a problem was bound to happen    ;    when you toss untrusting individuals to the wind and want them to be weapons it shouldn’t be a surprise what comes back to bite them.             ❞        they muse,   waving a hand nonchalantly as they listen to yennefer’s words.    knowing just who’s after one and    the why    makes it easier to go    INTO METAPHORICAL BATTLE.

    >> 🐺 <<                     ❝           WE ALL KNOW    how deep the felines were into the political stage,    got you into some trouble.           ❞    Leaning forward in his own seat he slightly tilted his head to the left.    ❝           How many of your school still live to walk the path?           ❞

       >> 🐈 <<             QUITE DEEP.    ONCE UPON A TIME    they themself had dug their claws into a king or queen or three.   for a    time    it had been interesting but after awhile it didn’t have the same kick.   tiredness seeped into their skin as their    MIND GREW WEARY.

      he watches as she withdraws her blade, his gaze drifting over her for a moment. it’s probably not his brightest idea to just put his gun away, but he’d rather this not become a fight. 

    ❝ that so? ❞ he asks, considering her, before he tilts his head just a little.  ❝ what exactly do you have planned to get this sorted, then? ❞

  >> 🐈 <<           HIM FOLLOWING THROUGH WITH THEIR    request for him to put his weapon away was a genuine surprise    ;    they’d expected more    CAUTION    coming from the double    -    oh. 

It was good to hear that there wasn’t going to be a PROBLEM. At the same time, she knew not to just rely on something like that. Things could turn on a dime. “I believe you,” she answered, nodding her head and then motioning around the place. “I’m not usually making friends when I’m here, so I had to toss it out there…” Taking a breath, Yennefer moved toward some ingredients, and then she glanced back up at the woman, studying her mannerisms and her features.

“Do you do as many jobs as the others?”

      >> 🐈 <<                     ❝           BELIEVE ME    ??    now that could be dangerous for one to believe a feline witcheress.    though it does have a benefit for now    --------    having a pleasant conversation is    one    of those things.               ❞        they muse,    gloved hand waving idly as they peer to look at what yennefer was up to with a curiosity that would befit a furred feline wandering    INTO ONES BUSINESS.

      he considers her for a moment, assessing the risk, before he hums softly and switches on the safety on his gun. he stows it into his holster, and then lifts a brow.  ❝ now, whatever would you want to talk to me about? ❞

   >> 🐈 <<           AMBER HUES REGARD HIM    quietly,    the hilt of their dagger being held tight in their grasp and aimed toward the double    -    oh’s navel.    it pulls back upon the safety being    SWITCHED ON    --------    ah yes.

      >> 🐈 <<                     ❝           THERE’S MUCH BEHIND    those eyes of yours mister bond,    eyes that we can    surely    talk about over a drink later but    .  .   do you mind lowering that gun of yours    OUT OF MY FACE    ??           ❞