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STATUS: Sorry for my absence. I'm back now but I go under a new name, Ambra. If you wanna RP with me again just search me up! 11 yrs ago
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Sorry for my absence. I'm back now but I go under a new name, Ambra. If you wanna RP with me again just search me up!
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His words surprised her. He didn’t know what he was drinking? Well then. Lumara rolled her eyes and looked to the side, heaving a long winded sigh. What he said was true for her as well, though. This alcohol wasn’t making her feel any better either. Her green eyes flicked toward him once more, the frown on her lips remaining. Okay, maybe she missed that mage brat a bit. But he was better gone. Then he wouldn’t have to suffer as they were suffering at the moment. He wouldn’t feel hunger or pain, sadness or hate. Lumara looked toward the door and furrowed her brows. ”This isn’t making me feel any better, either.” she snapped at him as if it were his fault.
If she had stayed with those bandits, she would have been free, riding Caius whenever she liked and only raising a sword when it was absolutely necessary. She would have been safe, not on this wild hunt. Believe it or not, she was terrified to fall asleep at times. She had the worst type of nightmares… Ones of them showing up and slaughtering everyone in their sleep like the cowards they were. And yet, she would feel them looming over her, see their shadows, yet do nothing. That was why she was a night person. She didn’t get enough sleep anymore, and someone had told her that was probably why she was so grumpy.
Bah, screw them. They had nothing that they had that would be of use to her. She was Lumara and that was all she was. She fought with the Shepherds against the bad guys, yet she didn’t feel like she was grumpy. Swallowing the rest of her scotch, she wandered over to the bartender and ordered another flagon full of ‘the hard stuff’. The man gave her rum and turned away from her. He obviously didn’t want anything to do with a lady with that face on. Lumara took another drink from the cup before walking back next to Tihlas. Maybe she had to mix drinks to get drunk. She had heard that was when the alcohol took a toll on you the most.
”Whatever. I just want to get drunk, maybe fool around some.” she told him bluntly. That was her, alright. Lumara was very straightforward with her life. ”Lay in bed with a man for a while. That always makes me feel better. N-not that I care about that man that died. No, I just feel a bit depressed, that’s all. We hardly have any lives.”
If she had stayed with those bandits, she would have been free, riding Caius whenever she liked and only raising a sword when it was absolutely necessary. She would have been safe, not on this wild hunt. Believe it or not, she was terrified to fall asleep at times. She had the worst type of nightmares… Ones of them showing up and slaughtering everyone in their sleep like the cowards they were. And yet, she would feel them looming over her, see their shadows, yet do nothing. That was why she was a night person. She didn’t get enough sleep anymore, and someone had told her that was probably why she was so grumpy.
Bah, screw them. They had nothing that they had that would be of use to her. She was Lumara and that was all she was. She fought with the Shepherds against the bad guys, yet she didn’t feel like she was grumpy. Swallowing the rest of her scotch, she wandered over to the bartender and ordered another flagon full of ‘the hard stuff’. The man gave her rum and turned away from her. He obviously didn’t want anything to do with a lady with that face on. Lumara took another drink from the cup before walking back next to Tihlas. Maybe she had to mix drinks to get drunk. She had heard that was when the alcohol took a toll on you the most.
”Whatever. I just want to get drunk, maybe fool around some.” she told him bluntly. That was her, alright. Lumara was very straightforward with her life. ”Lay in bed with a man for a while. That always makes me feel better. N-not that I care about that man that died. No, I just feel a bit depressed, that’s all. We hardly have any lives.”
Bump.
I'm in college lol. I have ten years of school left and I'm freaking out over my first chem test. I mean, I studied and understand everything, but what I'm afraid of is the way the test is going to be.
I hate Stoichiochemistry. It's the next chapter...
I hate Stoichiochemistry. It's the next chapter...
Lumara allowed her eyes to flick over to the man, a frown crossing her face. She brought her hand up to her face, and brushed some golden strands away from her face. Tihlas... that man she was keeping an eye on, right? But she had forgot to take care of him. Great, he could have gone and killed everyone in their group. But he didn't. He began to speak to her, and she looked back at her drink. "Scotch." she told him. "I suppose it does calm your nerves." the blond woman sighed deeply and shook her head. She didn't know why she was so down. She didn't even know Talbot that well. "What are you drinking?" she questioned him.
Someone walked into the room and she looked up with surprise. She had thought that it was going to be someone else, but it was instead the blond haired thief. She said those two phrases that was beginning to annoy her, and Ambra furrowed her brow. "If the wound is bothering you, then you shouldn't be walking around too much." she told her for what seemed the thousandth time. "I told you that I'm not going to teach you how to use a bow, so stop asking," the thief would have a much larger range to attack, and she might go and stick an arrow in one of their backs before taking off. Maybe she was being too grouchy, but she was just afraid of her.
Someone walked into the room and she looked up with surprise. She had thought that it was going to be someone else, but it was instead the blond haired thief. She said those two phrases that was beginning to annoy her, and Ambra furrowed her brow. "If the wound is bothering you, then you shouldn't be walking around too much." she told her for what seemed the thousandth time. "I told you that I'm not going to teach you how to use a bow, so stop asking," the thief would have a much larger range to attack, and she might go and stick an arrow in one of their backs before taking off. Maybe she was being too grouchy, but she was just afraid of her.
Almost there, but you have to lengthen your personality. ^^ Username is your username, Eklipse.
I'm sorry for the short post, I have a chem test today and I'm kind of afraid.
I'm sorry for the short post, I have a chem test today and I'm kind of afraid.
The whole first floor of the inn, the place where it was usually bustling and filled with drunkards, was living up to its name. Even though that stupid mage had thrown himself at the Ylissean army, she didn’t care at the moment. The woman was leaning against a wall, her eyes closed as she drank deeply from a flask of whiskey. The liquid was warm in her throat, and when she finished taking that swig she wiped away the moisture from the corner of her mouth and looked around. There were a lot of new faces… one was frightening the innkeep and the other was drinking some sort of cider. The sight of new people kept her on edge; she was ready for a fight if there was one.
Lumara sighed and looked down at the tawny color of the drink. She stared at her reflection and narrowed her eyes. Maybe she would have stood a chance against that army if that idiot didn’t run off. She couldn’t relate to that stupid mage with the hat though. He was always spunky and singing, and now that she thought of it, she supposed that she would kinda miss his music. Her eyes drifted around the room some more. People were huddled in groups and being silent, others were just drinking and speaking to each other. Someone laughed. Someone else yelled an insult. Idiots. Now wasn’t the time for that.
She took another deep swig from her flask and leaned more heavily against the wall. The wall was old and made of rotten planks, and there were little holes in which granules of sand streamed in. She’d hate to be in there during a sandstorm, which was bound to happen sooner or later in that barren land. Finishing the last of her drink, she coughed and ran a hand through her hair. Why did I join the Shepherds..? she wondered. I could have joined the Stone Bears, or Fierce Storm. those bandits wouldn’t have had as many deaths as this.
Lumara went to get another drink, brushing by the man who seemed to be a killer, and went back to lean against the wall. This time she had ordered scotch. She wanted to get drunk, which was exactly what she was doing. Maybe she would pass out. Maybe she would wake up in bed with a handsome man. She didn’t care. She didn’t even care if she had a hangover. She just wanted to get wasted. Be a happy, robust Lumara. Maybe she would, maybe she wouldn’t. Taking an even bigger gulp of scotch, she felt the warmth spreading in her chest and belly. That’s what I want… she thought as she drank more. I want to feel like I’m flying on the back of Caius.
Ambra frowned as she walked toward the steps, a few plates of food and forks and knives and spoons in her hands. She wobbled, but kept her balance and made sure that none of the food would fall to the floor. The items she had in her hands were soft foods, perfect for an unconscious person. A plate of warm, mashed desert spud, along with a soup of herbs and some mystery meat. The food looked bland but smelled good, however, the most important thing she had was at her waist; a heaving water pouch. She would go to each and every unconscious man and woman and feed them and give them water. They fought, so they deserved it.
The red haired woman first thought of Talbot. Poor, poor Talbot. That was the second death on their hands, and she couldn’t do anything. The first was Helena. Poor, poor Helena. She had been a good woman even though she didn’t know her. Her eyes grew distant as she walked into the first room, where a broken man lay. He was a broad shouldered man, huge, strong, and very fierce. He had hair of red, darker than hers, and his eyes were closed as his mouth opened to let out a groan of pain. Ambra tipped her head to the side and closed the door behind her.
She went to all of the rooms that the Shepherds were inhabiting, until she came upon Zaino’s. Frowning, she looked down at the ground. He was the worst off. He was weak and shriveled like a lotus flower in a parched land. Ambra knew that she should have gone to him first… but… maybe she just didn’t want to seem like she was suffocating him. He needed his space. But now, she had to help him. If she didn’t, he would die. Taking the fresh mashed potatoes and soup and water, she sat on the edge of the bed and began to feed him. It was a tedious task—she had to make sure that all of the food was down his throat and out of his mouth. The soup and mashed spud would give him energy, and, when all of the food was gone, she gave him the water. She gave him all of the water that she had. He seemed better now, with a full belly… and water in his system.
Ambra yawned and stretched, taking the empty plates and dirty utensils back downstairs before once again returning to the second floor with her own plate of food. She ordered solid food for herself, at least, not like mashed desert potatoes or soup. A chunk of dry meat sat on the old sandy platter, along with some old, dried vegetables and desert fruit. It would be her meal for now, and the fruit would take the role as dessert. She slipped into a room she had rented and sat at the edge of the bed, ripping off a piece of what seemed like beef and popping it into her mouth. A bit too dry, but properly seasoned. Good enough. she thought as she swallowed.
Lumara sighed and looked down at the tawny color of the drink. She stared at her reflection and narrowed her eyes. Maybe she would have stood a chance against that army if that idiot didn’t run off. She couldn’t relate to that stupid mage with the hat though. He was always spunky and singing, and now that she thought of it, she supposed that she would kinda miss his music. Her eyes drifted around the room some more. People were huddled in groups and being silent, others were just drinking and speaking to each other. Someone laughed. Someone else yelled an insult. Idiots. Now wasn’t the time for that.
She took another deep swig from her flask and leaned more heavily against the wall. The wall was old and made of rotten planks, and there were little holes in which granules of sand streamed in. She’d hate to be in there during a sandstorm, which was bound to happen sooner or later in that barren land. Finishing the last of her drink, she coughed and ran a hand through her hair. Why did I join the Shepherds..? she wondered. I could have joined the Stone Bears, or Fierce Storm. those bandits wouldn’t have had as many deaths as this.
Lumara went to get another drink, brushing by the man who seemed to be a killer, and went back to lean against the wall. This time she had ordered scotch. She wanted to get drunk, which was exactly what she was doing. Maybe she would pass out. Maybe she would wake up in bed with a handsome man. She didn’t care. She didn’t even care if she had a hangover. She just wanted to get wasted. Be a happy, robust Lumara. Maybe she would, maybe she wouldn’t. Taking an even bigger gulp of scotch, she felt the warmth spreading in her chest and belly. That’s what I want… she thought as she drank more. I want to feel like I’m flying on the back of Caius.
Ambra frowned as she walked toward the steps, a few plates of food and forks and knives and spoons in her hands. She wobbled, but kept her balance and made sure that none of the food would fall to the floor. The items she had in her hands were soft foods, perfect for an unconscious person. A plate of warm, mashed desert spud, along with a soup of herbs and some mystery meat. The food looked bland but smelled good, however, the most important thing she had was at her waist; a heaving water pouch. She would go to each and every unconscious man and woman and feed them and give them water. They fought, so they deserved it.
The red haired woman first thought of Talbot. Poor, poor Talbot. That was the second death on their hands, and she couldn’t do anything. The first was Helena. Poor, poor Helena. She had been a good woman even though she didn’t know her. Her eyes grew distant as she walked into the first room, where a broken man lay. He was a broad shouldered man, huge, strong, and very fierce. He had hair of red, darker than hers, and his eyes were closed as his mouth opened to let out a groan of pain. Ambra tipped her head to the side and closed the door behind her.
She went to all of the rooms that the Shepherds were inhabiting, until she came upon Zaino’s. Frowning, she looked down at the ground. He was the worst off. He was weak and shriveled like a lotus flower in a parched land. Ambra knew that she should have gone to him first… but… maybe she just didn’t want to seem like she was suffocating him. He needed his space. But now, she had to help him. If she didn’t, he would die. Taking the fresh mashed potatoes and soup and water, she sat on the edge of the bed and began to feed him. It was a tedious task—she had to make sure that all of the food was down his throat and out of his mouth. The soup and mashed spud would give him energy, and, when all of the food was gone, she gave him the water. She gave him all of the water that she had. He seemed better now, with a full belly… and water in his system.
Ambra yawned and stretched, taking the empty plates and dirty utensils back downstairs before once again returning to the second floor with her own plate of food. She ordered solid food for herself, at least, not like mashed desert potatoes or soup. A chunk of dry meat sat on the old sandy platter, along with some old, dried vegetables and desert fruit. It would be her meal for now, and the fruit would take the role as dessert. She slipped into a room she had rented and sat at the edge of the bed, ripping off a piece of what seemed like beef and popping it into her mouth. A bit too dry, but properly seasoned. Good enough. she thought as she swallowed.
I'm posting, I'm posting. Just... coming back and going back that's all.
She would have to bother Ambra.
He'll be horribly crippled if you wanna do that. ^^
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