@flameandfeather
Quite the time had passed since she had laid foot within woods of the Rift. Footwear she had gotten in exchange for a good pelt was soundless against slowly withering leaves. Light and warmth rustled graciously between the miriad of trees, one of the last few pleasant days fall would offer.
A twitch of ears turned solemn into sinister, a sullen muted rubble nearby caught the elf’s attention. The sight afront stopped her in motion. A resting stranger, against a fallen trunk, possibly asleep, or injured, with another creeping up behind.
Rage peaked as a hand lifted and steps hastened towards the eerie pair.
A desperate groan and a thud was one could have heard, loud enough to turn another head. Then there she was, the woman, leaning down to tear her axe back from the bandit’s back.
- Are you alright? - Voice hoarse from not talking for hours, Tyyne turned to the one in a hood, only to recognise the colour of his scales. - Fucking hell, it’s YOU!


















