#capturingarrow

Normally, Ophelia didn’t approach the man, but... she was curious. He and her father had some sort of relationship together, working as retainers for the same man, and she was curious to know to what extent. This man also had quite the mysterious air about him.

❘❖❘

             When havoc had suddenly outbroke in the village the young woman and her team resided in, it was only natural for the hunter’s and huntress’ to evacuate the town’s people while some had stayed back to try and break thing’s up. Alas, the small group was out numbered but still put up a fight to defend the land. They were guardian’s of peace, and it was their job to defend those whom could not. 

            However, the young woman’s aura level was beginning to deplete from new wound’s gained from this battle and she does need to retreat back to the other’s of her group because of this, but as stubborn as she is, the cloaked huntress continue’s to fight with what she has left in her. Not one of the wisest choices, as this slowly leave’s her open for attack’s. 

            Upon seeing the man before her, Summer not sure whether they were good or not. Holding her weapon up shakily, again, she should not be fighting in her condition right now. But because she is afraid of failure, she is here. Ready to go up against the man, whether she fall’s or not. “...”

It wasn’t all too often that Keaton sought out random people in the merry little pack they had going. Sure, he wouldn’t really object to it whenever some of those people happened to stroll on by and strike up a conversation with him, but he had his lone wolf reputation to uphold. He didn’t go looking for people unless he had a very good reason to do it, especially when those people happened to have rather negative reputations floating around camp.

Still, Keaton couldn’t exactly ignore his duties as pack leader, even if that meant disregarding what it could do to his reputation.

♣ = discovering them crying

Nyx did such a good job of hiding it most days. The lingering pain. It was guilt, it was heart break, it was hurt and abuse, it was loneliness, it was rejection, it was fear. So many things that bubbled up inside her, where the smallest reminder of something that once was could tip her over into tears.

Of course, she never wanted to be found when she found herself overwhelmed. Nyx had grown so good at being cold and stoic-- to match her carved marble face-- that it took so much more to make her break these days. She’d kept up her walls for so long.

But the broken mirror beside her and the cut on her knuckles from where she had shattered it, were enough of an indication for her current state.

“LEAVE--” her voice was a surprising fury. She was at her weakest, with tears falling down her face as she was left huddled on the floor of her tent. But she couldn’t allow herself to be weak.

“You’ve got about three seconds.”

The grip on the Wyvern Lord’s axe tightened, her trustworthy mount giving an equally hateful glare towards the outlaw as she continued to speak.