OOC: TK please. we can probably just use an NPC for this. She is alone today, without daisuke or scuro.
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Eris had told her about the many co-ranks she could go for, and she had chosen which she was interested in. It had reflected where the girl would find herself this day. She was out searching the borders, looking for something of interest. She needed to capture and train another slave, seeing as many of the slaves that were already here were already trained. Plus, she wanted a reason to shove a ring through someone's nose, and to do he first piercing, as shown by Eris herself. There was little method to the way the girl had been taught, but either way, she still wanted to test out the method for herself. To see if it could be perfected, as well as to find another new brain to pick at, to have maybe has another slave of her own, or to simply let the community have such a slave.
Esme was alone, her staff in hand, and her beautiful body hidden by the hooded cloak that she had stolen from a loner that she had killed. Her knives were in her fanny pack that rested on her hips, covered by the cloak, however she held one in her hand, ready to punish anyone whom spoke out of turn with her if she needed to, and if they were not a higher rank than she. She knew to submit when she needed to, and how important that was in this clan, even though she did not like it much because she was a low rank now, she appreciated it for when she would be promoted. She would work hard at being promoted, this was for sure, and she would not give up until then. She wanted to shine more than the other beings whom were in the same ranking as she. This Associate was not going to be one for long. Soon, she would be Family. She wouldn't accept not being Family. She simply was too proud to be the lowest rank besides Goon, or Slave.
She moved along, her form graceful as she moved along, and her cloak being long enough to basically cover her from head to toe, and her form in the foggy morning to look like she was death creeping through Salsola. Perhaps she was the embodiment of Death itself. It wasn't like she had not claimed to be beforehand. Gunnar was lucky he was still alive after encountering her. When she found where the little shithead went, she would be sure to end his life. Or at least cut out his tongue so he could never speak again.
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