hero of jack-squat [ p, trev ]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 290px; width: 160px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/cQSe2C4.png);][/fancypost][font=georgia]minaiben lavellen + single lady

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    A word easily associated with the white halla, who to most just seemed to be a mutated elk. Her very nature seemed to rotate about recklessness: her loud, thoughtless words; her propensity for trouble; her want of constant stimulation. Her attention span fluctuated with the time of day, her mood, and what was going on. There was one constant with Minaiben though - she always seemed to crave adventure. Usually, this meant going out and looking for it, but at the moment, she seemed to have an adventure laid at her feet.
    Literally.


    "Well damn."
    Brown eyes settled upon the dead bird that had, quite literally, fallen out of the sky. Attached to it was a note, gruesome and pinned through the chest of a bird with what seemed to be its own beak. Woah. Unperturbed by the rather foreboding 'invitation', she found herself squinting at the note with some difficulty. Her eyes narrowed, and she expressed her frustration made evident as she snorted at the words. She didn't recognize any of them; they were in the common tongue. She couldn't read by any means, Dalish or otherwise - the only writings she'd caught a glimpse of were of Dalish origins, kept by her Keeper (technically, she wasn't supposed to see those, but while planting burrs in someone's bed, you sort of stooped to snoop).


    So no, she couldn't read the message, its intent to provoke her into a battle. It very heavily insulted Boneclan, and called her a few very nasty names before proceeding to lay out a location about twenty minutes from the border.
    [color=#4dd5cc]"It smells like adventure and looks like adventure, but goddammit they could've been more accomadating."

    		 Came her disgruntled statement - because of course she spoke to herself, her voice was like wind chimes, if they evolved to become forceful.




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