[center][h1][color=gold]Glory[/color][/h1][/center]

Glory walked idly across the hot sands of the desert, a bundle of ropes gripped tightly within her inhuman arm. Behind her dragged an immense bundle that was stained with blood in several places. The city of Zar Vorgul had come under threat by a rather large beast as of recent times, and they had put out a message for someone to slay the beast. The pay was decent, and it gave Glory an excuse to hunt monsters and be away from people for a bit. Fine work for someone with her... Problem.

Glory didn't see her arm as a problem anymore. At first it had felt alien. Malicious and corrupting. As time had gone on and Glory became more and more used to having such an arm attached to her she stopped hating it. It was a part of her now, even if she didn't like it. The other option at the time would've been to die, so Glory supposed that such a trade off was only fair. The changes to her body weren't unwelcome with her field of work, either. Being able to see in all directions at any time and move at speeds faster than anyone else she had seen were welcome in preventing the occurrence of more replacement limbs.

Another bonus was the reduction in needs that she had to meet. The hot desert sun was like a warm morning after a cool night, and though many would find themselves parched in this heat Glory wasn't even sweating. Being able to sustain herself off of a small amount of food was also a bonus. Though the stares her arm drew and the suspicion she was treated with kept calling her gifts into question. These thoughts faded from her mind as Glory drew closer to the gates. The guards stiffened slightly as she approached, and Glory tugged the bundle closer.

Dropping the bundle of ropes and folding her arms, Glory spoke clearly. "Summon the sergeant. I have finished the hunt and I am here for my payment." Glory gave the bundle a kick, causing a black and twisted limb to fall from it. Much like the limb she had now, though somehow more evil in nature. The tough exterior of her arm was still an unnatural feeling against her skin, though now it didn't cause Glory to flinch or recoil every time. It still caught her by surprise from time to time, which was quite annoying.

Glory waited for the guard to perform as he had been asked. She could do nothing else. To threaten or intimidate a guard in a city like this was to incite the wrath of the other guards, and to be barred from one of the few cities in the region was almost like being marked for death. To have to travel all the way southwest to Zar Yim, Ashfall, or Zar Dratha would be a long and exhausting journey, even with her ability to sustain herself from almost nothing.

Thus, Glory waited. It was all she could do.