#elendeareask

🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ “I mean,” The rogue grit out, tugging on the blood soaked bandage wrapped around her arm with her teeth. “I’m fine. This isn’t the first, nor the last wound I’ve gotten. As for poison, you build up a tolerance. I’ll be sure to show you my other scars once we’re not being hunted.”

This is difficult. Aside from the hoe answer that is boiling within me. But that’s also not a secret. Maybe, I think she might wish that she could get him to join the Alliance. If they’re friends, she’d hate for him to be on the opposing side like that, and she thinks that the Alliance would be good to him.

 🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ  The sickening crack of Alamore’s head slamming against the whole echoed throughout the sewers. “We were supposed to be working together!” Nanthis rarely got angry, it was part of the reason that she made such an effective Shadowblade. Her emotions were tucked away so far beneath the surface that it was hard to imagine that she had any. She was calm, a collected killer. But this made her angry. She couldn’t explain why, the smirk on his face or the stench on his clothes–blatantly…horde–made her irrationally angry. Perhaps it was the sting of betrayal, despite their finally working swimmingly together. With her lips curved up into a snarl, she finally snapped. The hand that held him firmly against the wall grabbed the side of his face. They’d been doing this for some time now, funny how it wasn’t until he’d made her angry that she realized she wanted to prove to him who was really in charge–of course, in a more sexual way. Long fingers wrapped around the backside of his neck and she pulled him forth from the wall, her lips crashing firmly against his.

“i’m sorry, what?” Her moonlit light eyes widened fractionally. “I’ve been coming onto you for...how long? And you want dinner?”

Probably drinking. In every verse that I have for her, it’s stated that she’s very much an alcoholic. I think it’s because she has dealt with so much. And I don’t even know that she gets worked up enough to need to be calmed down, but some sort of alcohol is most definitely her go-to to calm down.

     🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ  “Maybe if you’d stop being so reckless, I wouldn’t have to keep doing this.” The blood seeped through the bandages she used to wrap his abdomen, but it was just enough to show her that she’d applied just enough pressure. Nanthis was far from a medic, that was certain. She was much more used to, more comfortable with, inflicting the wounds, not patching them up. “Maybe next time you should just lie down on the ground and allow them to walk all over you.” She muttered, bandages in her mouth while she pulled them apart and concluded her binding of his wound. “There, you won’t bleed out now. But you’re going to need some rest. It was a deep cut. You’re going to have to stay behind next time.”

Despite her prejudices for the Horde, Nanthis actually likes working with Ala. When the time came for the Horde and Alliance to fight each other, she would not touch him. Thieves didn’t have many rules, but they did have a few.