vagrant

[Ahemait Lykoi]

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out of character ___ saviors and saints ___ in character ___ devils and demons ___ Years of life alone meant that Ahemait had found stragglers before, the beggers, the lessers who could not even be bothered to provide for herself. Unless they were too young to know any better, Ahemait was not willing to provide for them. She saw no need. The weak could get weaker for all she cared - she was not a vigilante that felt the need to tend to the masses. For her, it was all about self preservation and the continuation of her family. "Provide for yourself, I don't give hand outs." She said simply. All that was packed on the mares back was a cloak anyways, it was too cumbersome to fit into the satchel Ahemait wore, which held her actual provisions. She had been traveling for years - she knew better than to leave her necessities unattended. All Ahemait had wanted really was a chance to plan her next move in peace, but instead she got saddled with some scamp who had nothing better to do than seek things from people she didn't even know. "No more than your curiosity about my supplies does." She countered, in Ahemait's eyes, neither really did, but then again, in the grand scheme of things nothing really did.