#qrowned

          the scraping of claws upon earth halted , the swish of fabrics be heard as she looked down at what she had stopped for . bending , a gloved hand slithers forth from the black , sharp claws having ripped through the tips . picking up what she had seen she straightens and examines it ; a crow’s feather as black as night . a small smile pulls at the corners of soft scaled lips as she moved to place it within a pouch under her robes .

        Sundira didn’t trust them, hence why he was nudging them with a stick instead of creeping closer to personally check on their well being. He didn’t know this person and therefore he would keep a safe distance; he would rather not be injured or otherwise attacked simply for attempting to determine if the other was injured or not. Hopefully they were still alive and conscious, he honestly didn’t want to have to deal with their corpse if they were dead. Maybe he could just pretend he never found it to begin with?

          Endeavoring to discern even the faintest trace of unfeigned sentiment, chary eyes fastidiously peruse masculine features. When her own simmering indignation and seemingly implacable ambivalence are willfully cast aside, the contumacious bandit still genuinely cares for her hapless twin. Though some things deteriorate with the inevitable passing of time, her care for the venturesome male is not one of them. Still, given all that has come to irrevocably transpire - despite certain...transgressions, can he truthfully say the same of his care for her? ❝ HOW MUCH were you told about the vault? What I have to say depends on YOUR answer. ❞ 

The horned girl looks around with a bit of confusion in her eyes. Corpses of some Grimm were becoming dust right behind her when she killed them. Momo did not really understand what those even were, but looked very proud at herself, training with papa finally came through! And it was just as papa said! Everyone will fear the might of Super Momo! She looked around again, just to make sure and then made a silly pose of victory, practically sparkling, while she did it. She turns around and sees a huge black haired man. A tint of pink covers her cheeks...he saw that just now...didn’t he? He totally saw that just now!!!! AH. EMBARRASSING. 

She hears footsteps and her head jolts. Eyes focus on the person approaching closer. Her sensors pick up an aura signature. It’s passive. A bit spread out. An unusual effect. Perhaps something to do with this person semblance affecting the surrounding area in some way. he smells of alcohol. The database draws a blank. Nothing on him there. “What do you want?” Direct, slightly rude. But at least she asked right away. 

⟡ ═══ ♛ ═══ ⟡ "Ne, I've seen you come by like three times now... are you lost?"

petition to just throw qrow into the trash.   all in favour say aye.

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