#modredus

@modredus

it was times like these that she thought assassins sure had it convenient.  To find sabers, she was reduced to sitting around in a dark alley, hoping nobody would see her, she’d already gotten into 3 fights with street criminals, and had probably driven any sabers in the area away with her noise!

If only she had presence concealment.  then she’d be able to just walk around without the sabers noticing her right? right now she had to just wait and hope.

fortunately for her it didn’t take too much longer for a saber to show up. And who would it be but the one she wanted to see (second) most.

the delinquent son, Mordred.

without even a moments hesitation, she sprang to action, jumping out of the alley.  about to swing her sword

「 █ ψ █ 」 the woman seemed caught up with her own musings, that or her expression was always a cold and hard, with a hint of a frown. a woman as pretty as this one should’t be frowning, it would create wrinkles. it would be a shame to see her age so quickly.

red lips shaped into a smile, the mistress strutted towards the woman, encircling her. as she stopped right behind her, sadie loomed behind her, lips a mere few inches away from the female’s ears. her hands strayed towards the woman’s hair, nearly tempted to touch it and maybe tug at it a bit. for a reaction, of course. those were always fun.