Bumps and Bruises

Emmanuelle Brenna · 04-08-2012, 07:05 PM

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ems is by nat.

The darkened woman was almost disgusted with the trading that had gone down, she disliked that woman and the fact that she kept slaves, but there was not much she could do about it. Snorting, she rolled over in her bed to the edge and let her feet hang over the end, blowing a strand of hair softly out of her face. She knew the slave was being trained to fight for Amy, and she figured that she would join in if Helotes would permit. Her slender fingers sought her messy blonde hair and she braided it tightly, so that it hung long and controlled down her back. She tied it with a thin leather strip to keep it braided. To keep her bangs out of her face for the days training she secured a woven band on her forehead, the pieces of leather black and brown woven together like a primitive headband.

Standing up she crossed the room quickly, tying her cloak around her neck and securing her leather bracers around her wrists. The yearling only had two weapons and these she strapped to her right thigh, both were bone daggers carved from large animals she killed. The next time Amy came around she would trade for a real weapon. Finished getting ready for her day, she surveyed the room, her gaze coming to a rest on her kits. They would be fine, alone for a day. Now it was time to leave. Quietly she crossed her room and opened her door, going through it before closing it gently behind her. Then she walked down the hallway and skipped down the steps to the front door, the daggers on her person and the bracers feeling strange, but like they belonged there.

The front door opened and shut and then she was outside, surveying her surroundings. Barely a few moments passed by before she scented Helotes and the slave, turning her head and catching sight of the powerful male and the younger coyote resting. She must have just caught them on a break. Striding towards them, she skipped down the steps and kept her eyes level to the larger male. " I wish to join you and him in training. "She asked simply, untying her inky cloak and throwing it on a sitting rock near the trio, revealing her daggers, bracers and tied back hair. Emmanuelle was ready for this, she was ready to step up and take her place in protecting the clan. For a moment her gaze strayed to the slave and it took all she had not to throw away his schackles and free him right then and there. Hopefully the skills he learned this week would backfire on the pale she-devil.

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