#borderlands!freya

    Enough is E n o u g h.

       --Fist tightened, she stares at the bowerls of the cavern, the emblem of the so-called ‘fire hawk’ painted in warning to those who dare enter. The mother only stares on fearlessly. She has faced Necron and brought him to his feet. Dragon Whisker’s ghost was humbled by her endurance and stayed by her side as a most beneficial companion.

         She faced J A C K, and saved both her daughter, and Mordecai. 

    Now her family sits in a gulag too catastrophic for any safety, and Lancia’s nightmares worsen. Aelfare has yet to awaken, and Amarant… it’s clear what has been so obvious since they’ve entered Pandora just what has been happening to him…

          And the Gulag can provide no more. She needs her family’s safety

                                                  --A s s u r e d--

       Sanctuary’s flock is none the better when it comes to common courtesy, oft fingers pointed and laughter erupted once she comes across their appearance. Hardly are they neared, for a tempered mind is poor conversation. 

            N o…

       Before the board, she examines the leads offered to her by strangers who offer service for payment, and by the Six, the greed is insurmountable. The little she receives from the scags and bullymongs own innards tends to hardly qualify for a meal each day

                       --And the constant placebo treatment her husband needs…

       Emeralds glowered at the possibility a ‘male ratlike thing’ ventures through the Thousand Cuts…

            By the name alone, to alone take on the encampment whispers the need for help from yet another money-hungry fool… She hears the boisterous laughter rearward, and turns a slight to see an…

                               An imp?

    A mere glance bespeaks the little man had been challenged only moments ago for nothing more than his height alone, and by the ripples of his war-torn arms and bruised knuckles, a single jab knocks the much taller man to his knees, saliva drizzles from his lips as he gags desperately for air. Freya sighs. 

    Moxxi’s is unusually packed at the seems, and Freya quickly finds herself among awkward company. Acute attention turned to her ginger ale, her ears lower, the crowd’s voices the sound of rushing water muffled. 

    Muzzle rested upon her entwined hands, thoughts deepened to the possible whereabouts of her children. 

    “Oi!!! Beast!! I’m talking ta you!”  

   Freya’s ears flick high, and sound pours in, a vase to an overly abundant amount of water. They flick to to her skull, eyes sharpened when she turns to the offensive speaker, a sneer twisting a yong woman’s face. The knight nearly scoffs.

        -- “May I be of assistance?”

     There is no kindness left within the mother, anxiety taught against her bones like a vice, and her mind slowly darkens.

    The woman’s sneer reveals a row of crooked teeth. “Yeah! I wanna fight ya! I seen the way ya move tha’ lance o’ yours, and I wanna challenge!” She points a scarred thumb to herself. The resisted scoff tumbles from Freya’s lip, and she turns back to the bar, muzzle upon the glass. 

        “Entertain your bloodlust with another. I’ve business to tend to.” The glass put aside, she begins to stand to her hind feet, until a metallic barrel jabs into the center of her shoulder blades. 

outofrain: Sees a new mordecai…