#twohiredguns

“You probably don’t hear it enough, so thanks for keeping evil in check around here.”

Sejuani forwardly wrapped her arm around Lucian’s shoulder, a smirk curling along her lips. Perhaps she’d been drinking. It was hard to say sometimes with her behavior in general. “And, hey-- you’re pretty good with those,” she gestured to his gun holsters. “But what do you say I show you how to use my flail? Your arms would look even better.”

Not bad looking, either. Though, he had a look in his eyes like he’d lost love before. I didn’t press the topic.

Yup! One cat named Natasha (after Natasha Romanoff, of course) and two miniature dachshunds, Shadow and Midget, although they are technically the family dogs while Natasha is all mine <3

Sejuani isn’t troubled by insomnia, but rather, she sleeps a bit too long. A couple hours more than most. Having a large Anklyrhos as a pillow is more comfortable than one might imagine.