clawedcrusades
[ ⌘ ] — He was blonde. A tall man endowed with a broad back,wide shoulders and a wickedly surreal trusthworthy visage - as if he was tempting the huntress to offer him at least a bit of her honored reliance. But as usual someone as wary as her would never freely offer a dagger to a foreign fellow; instead the huntress had once more distanced herself from the other's frame her weapon,however,resting upon oblong shoulders. There could ,for now, no intent of assaulting the other be found in vivid eyes as the pulsian layed eyes on the other; her head canted aside. A gesture meant to underline the following words. — duty once more brought her here despite her own, personal endeavours.
” Ah'm lookin' for a man. Kinda tall,strong - people told meh he's hiddin' somewhere 'round 'ere. 'Ave ya seen him? “
