There's Bliss in Ignorance

Vesper · 09-07-2012, 01:44 PM

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Bahaha, I like him anyway. And I brought Vesper's NPC who wouldn't want her to eat Mido. I got his back. ;D

Vesper had always operated well as a scout for the clan; her senses were sharp and her reflexes fast from being a loner, and so she could notice trouble and easily react if there was a need to. Her acceptable fighting skills also ensured her some level of safety when dealing with most dangers on the borders. What made her stand out in the Lumen tier since the moment she joined the clan, however, was that she was addicted to patrolling.

Asher had said as much when she roused him from the mansion, dragging his skinny ass outside and urging him to walk the borders with her. His duties as a Tirones were not specialized, but it was still important he did his job, and he might as well hang out with the one person in the clan who half-liked him. Of course, the dog hybrid responded that everyone liked him, and Vesper kept her mouth shut until the topic of her addiction came up, and she found herself musing over that point even as the young man rambled on about something irrelevant.

It didn’t necessarily bother her that this was the truth; it only amused her to confirm what she’d expected a long time ago. Whenever she had nothing to do, she wandered the borders like an automaton—apparently her form of the rollicking everyone else did on their free time. When she was upset, she patrolled too, and she fell into the habit even when she wasn’t thinking about it. While it was hard to turn off her paranoia, she knew she only made it worse by not just hunting or socializing within the safety of the borders.

There was one obvious advantage of her self-imposed job, though—and that was how speedily she could act when a howl came from the borders. Her ear snapped forward, and she loped in that direction, Asher scrambling after her in his optime form. He started to grab for his bow, asking if it was danger, but she only responded that danger didn’t call politely before walking into the territory.

Eventually the pair of coyote hybrids reached the borders: Asher hanging back with one ear pricked and one half-flopped over, and Vesper standing as tall as her little lupus form permitted next to one of the decorative skulls. This one, she noted, had been painted with a lovely design, and she absorbed the humor of the pretty red grinning skull as her blue eyes flicked to the stranger: a male dog, it looked like, who had a bow as well as a cluster of rabbits that proved he knew how to use it. He reeked of Anathema, but she wasn’t quite sure what that meant yet.

“What do you want?” Vesper asked, her voice only a shade away from brusque.

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