HK-36
The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
Coryth Elaris
Short Stack of Fire
Reputation: 43
Excellent
Posted 05 October 2013 - 12:58 PM
@HK-36
Waking in the morning, she rolled out of bed, looking something of a mess as she inspected the damage from the evening before. There wasn't a single part of the little woman that did not ache in the least. Bruises on her shins, her chest, scraps still there, though they mingled in so well with her scars it was hard to notice. Her movements notable slower from sore unused muscles, unused to such strain. "Got my arse handed to me by a tin can. So far out of practice. Have to get my head back in the game before someone dies because of it. That I can't lived with." She groaned as she looked into the mirror at the mass of scars. Idly she ran a finger over some of the worst one's on her stomach. A shudder followed, with a shake of her head she brought herself back to reality and pulled a few clothes out of her dresser.
A simple pair of long pants, black, it helped to hide the purple almost fresh seeming scars. Reaching down she looked through the drawer pulling a similar top out. For a moment she stared at it before throwing it back into the drawer. "It's a new day. They don't like my scars, they can go take a trip through the seven hells and kiss my arse."
With that came a smile, as she pulled out a tank top that she had bought months ago but never wore. Quickly she slid it over her head, and walked back to the mirror. Her shoulders bare for the first time in ... eleven years. The deep purple marks, criss-crossed back and forth on her skin all the way down to her wrists stopping there, her hands unmarked by those wounds. Pulling at the collar, more scars visible across her chest, that same pattern, leaving barely an inch of her flesh unmarred.
She glanced to her feet, thinking if shoes would be wise but as much as she loathed losing that connection, she shrugged as she headed out the door. The holonote in hand, the address she needed. It was time to seek the Iron Knight out once more. This time the place was his apartment. Soon enough she found his place and came to the door. Reaching out a hand she pressed the chime and patiently folded her hands in front of her, waiting.
Short Stack of Fire
Reputation: 43
Excellent
Posted 05 October 2013 - 12:58 PM
@HK-36
Waking in the morning, she rolled out of bed, looking something of a mess as she inspected the damage from the evening before. There wasn't a single part of the little woman that did not ache in the least. Bruises on her shins, her chest, scraps still there, though they mingled in so well with her scars it was hard to notice. Her movements notable slower from sore unused muscles, unused to such strain. "Got my arse handed to me by a tin can. So far out of practice. Have to get my head back in the game before someone dies because of it. That I can't lived with." She groaned as she looked into the mirror at the mass of scars. Idly she ran a finger over some of the worst one's on her stomach. A shudder followed, with a shake of her head she brought herself back to reality and pulled a few clothes out of her dresser.
A simple pair of long pants, black, it helped to hide the purple almost fresh seeming scars. Reaching down she looked through the drawer pulling a similar top out. For a moment she stared at it before throwing it back into the drawer. "It's a new day. They don't like my scars, they can go take a trip through the seven hells and kiss my arse."
With that came a smile, as she pulled out a tank top that she had bought months ago but never wore. Quickly she slid it over her head, and walked back to the mirror. Her shoulders bare for the first time in ... eleven years. The deep purple marks, criss-crossed back and forth on her skin all the way down to her wrists stopping there, her hands unmarked by those wounds. Pulling at the collar, more scars visible across her chest, that same pattern, leaving barely an inch of her flesh unmarred.
She glanced to her feet, thinking if shoes would be wise but as much as she loathed losing that connection, she shrugged as she headed out the door. The holonote in hand, the address she needed. It was time to seek the Iron Knight out once more. This time the place was his apartment. Soon enough she found his place and came to the door. Reaching out a hand she pressed the chime and patiently folded her hands in front of her, waiting.