BLUNT THE KNIVES — open, medieval au

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    /i h ave never done one of these before so i just went all out lmao; the village is being ransacked / raided y'all and you've got the choice to either be one of the raiders or the civilians/knights that fight back, etc, whatever you want really! this is a part of the au week hosted by rus / saeran!! check if out in the ooc board to keep tabs on it!!


    it's modern day hell. the tread of boots on gravel is loud; voices take off into the night sky like sirens; tinny blades clash against swollen, tender skin; and sticky ropes of crimson spill across matted soil. flames of yellows, oranges, and reds storm around the cottages, lick at their fragile material and turn them into heaps of ash and paste. gunmetal grey smoke slinks throughout the skies and yang watches with lingering disgust as both men and women alike flee the vicinity, all of them to scared too 'duke it out' as one might say with the invaders that encroach upon their territory. what a bunch of pussies. a tanned hand tightens around the leather straps of her horse's reigns to encourage a stop, and eyes of buttery brown are narrowed into a half-lidded squint that sweeps the devastating state of this town. a town she's helped destroy, mind you. yellow, jagged, teeth peel back into a cruel smile and her other hand wields a wicked-looking torch, setting low-hanging roofs ablaze with a mere flick of her fingertips, "c'mon, lovelies!" the huntress calls out in a jeering sort of tone, shifting forward on her horse to glare at those in the area, "give us all o' yer valuables an' treasures an' we'll leave things at that. good deal, yeah?"