like a machine

[Trinity le Creux]

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Private for Grayson


Late nights walking through front doors at daybreak
____The whole place was new to her, not sure what she was doing exactly however she was interested in the land. She realized there was a border from the distinct smell and she had spotted several other territory places, like packs lived in these lands. Standing at what she figured would be the border line, she slouched as she let her bag strap fall off one of her shoulders so she was gripping onto the other one that was left on her left shoulder. Trinity wanted to step further, but she didn't know who would be around and if there was a pack there, if there was strict border patrol around. Waiting around seemed like the best thing to do, just in case anyone else was into weaponry as Trinity was.
____Everything around her was practically silent except for the sound of music that was the nature around her. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply before exhaling and readjusting herself. Her shirt didn't cling to her as usual considering it wasn't hot out at all, the days had seemed to be getting colder and not hot really at all. Was fall starting to come around already? Or was it just the man upstairs waiting to give a little ray of sunshine on everyone's lives?

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[Grayson]

Grayson crouched behind some wild blackberry bushes as soon as he saw her. He hadn't been doing anything specific beforehand - basically, just taking a stroll. It was bright and sunny out, almost unbearably so, but there was a coolness to the air. Autumn was approaching, a great golden beast with clouds on its tail. He looked forward to it.

The female...she was wearing clothes and carrying a bag. He could make out the crisp blueness of her eyes even from this distance; shards of frozen water holding the light. She was an able-bodied sort. Grayson glanced at his side, where he still held in a fist his walking stick. More of a staff, really. He had shaved off the bark. The gunmetal warrior did not rely on it much these days, but it had nonetheless become a comfort and he was seldom seen without it. The bandages on his chest had likewise been removed, revealing a wide barren patch of skin and the healing and horrendous knife wound.

Making up his mind, the optime shot to his feet and ran at the female, weilding his staff. "OOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAWWWRGH!!!"