#chiefdarrow

Name: Warlow

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Tall, muscled, and tanned. Dark blonde hair shaved into a short Mohawk and usually has plenty of scruff/ a thin beard.  Can rarely be seen without cuts and/or bruises on his face and body.

Personality: Demanding, brash, and impatient.

Special Talents: Beating people’s brains in with his bare hands.  

Who they like better: Niel

Who they take after more: Darrow

✉: For one thing no one else knows.

"What does it look like," Tural said, his voice steady and low, as he leveled the tip of the drawn arrow with the man's eye from five paces away. Just for good measure, he had drawn two arrows, the second held between his fingers and ready to be nocked as soon as the first was released.

"Ya come in 'ere, threaten th' barkeep, th' patrons, ya throw a guy when 'e's in yer seat," The Bosmer said. "I don' care who ya are 'r wha' yer doin' 'ere, 'm not dealin' with this today, so 'm only goin' ta say this once."

"Shadrach is not a monster,” she snapped, but her defiant tone was weak. She was weak. Tired, exhausted, really. It would be so easy for those bandits to take her. To drag her back to the Pit. The clap made her jerk violently, and she nearly fell out of her seat. Instead, she glared at the fiend.

"Cock-juggling, mongrel of a whore!" The words leave her mouth before she can completely think of them, and even she seemed shocked at her outburst. Her entire body shook, but whether it was from fear or anger was unclear. Tears welled in her eyes and she clenched her jaw to keep the sobs back.

Tort glanced at her brother, Shad, who was currently teaching Barghest the pup how to sit still and balance a piece of dried meat on his nose.

Tortulja’s previous somber expression changes rapidly to one of defensive anger. Her brows furrow and her frown deepens. After a moment, she lets out a deep breath through her nostrils.

"My toughest battle… would have been… against Darrow," she said, her voice low, tone hard. Even now it’s as if she can feel his fists connecting with her face again and she flinches involuntarily at the memory.