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Thorn the Lone Shewolf Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2017 6:32 pm
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Thorn the Lone Shewolf Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2017 10:28 pm
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Erna Borgchild Taranis
She was sitting in her normal seat and was waiting on Urial to wake up. When he got to his seat, she looked at him. Of course her legs were folded under her like normal. Though soon enough she stuck one leg out and had the other pulled up to her chest. Like normal she was restless. Since she was taught to fight, fight, heal, fight, heal, heal, and well more fighting and healing. Yet she had a few weapons that she favored, aside from her fists. Not all of her hair was in small braids, only part of it was. But he could tell from how wavy her hair was, that she had been braiding it again. "You look like crap.", she said after a moment. Of course she knew that she was getting up in Orc age, and she was still happy to be single. Yet she liked to kick men's butts who normally tried to aggressively court her.
Yet she hid her curves under baggy clothes. As she didn't want to look to feminine in her line of work. Even if it was just being his right hand. Of course she was known for her honesty and sometimes tempter. Though she was not scared of showing off her tusks any more. Once again, she shifted in her chair and finally sat on one leg as she put the other on the floor. Her brown leather pants were fairly well worn. As she had a baggy shirt that was a couple of sizes to big; and it touched half way down her thighs. But once again it was to hid the shape of her body. Though she stuck with a boned corset to wear instead of going with a bra.
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Thorn the Lone Shewolf Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2017 11:53 pm
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Erna Borgchild Taranis
She stayed in her seat for most of the trip. Of course when he left, she stayed in her seat. When he came back with the coffee mug, she was stuffing her pipe with tobacco. For a moment, she cradled the tobacco pouch in one hand, with the pipe. As she held the match pack in between her lips; in a manner it'd stay dry. Now she put her coffee mug down and finished stuffing her pipe. Like the rest of her pipes, it was a bit feminine; since it was long and elegant. "Thanks, Urial...", she muttered, before she put her pouch up. When that was done, she struck a match and started to smoke her pipe. Though as she inhaled, she exhaled through her nose. With her matches in her shirt pocket, she started to drink her coffee between puffs on her pipe.
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Thorn the Lone Shewolf Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2017 12:35 am
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Thorn the Lone Shewolf Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2017 1:25 am
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Thorn the Lone Shewolf Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2017 2:24 am
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