Anthem of the Lonely [Thorfinn]

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all it takes is a spark to ignite my bad intentions,

Kala tsked and rolled her shoulders, ignoring the soft cracks of protest from the sudden movement. It had been a tense few days as she'd travelled with a group of merchants who were coming from Ferox to Ylistol to sell some of their swords, and though they'd thought poorly of a woman and an archer selling her skills, she'd quickly changed her mind after flipping on of them in a single movement without breaking much of a sweat. She didn't like sweaty men coming over and touching her, and now that she was in a position to stop that from happening, she wasn't going to take it lying down. For a moment, the memory of arms around hers, drawing back a bowstring alongside her own hand, and then it was gone, like mist under the light of the morning sun. Her face didn't change with a reaction to the thought, more than used to her past intruding upon her present now, and when the caravan halted at the gates, that was when she took her leave. She'd been paid in advance, she'd gotten them safely to the town walls, so why should she hang around any longer? It wasn't as if she had any obligations to stay near them. She didn't have any reason to do anything if she didn't want to, and there was no reason for her to remain in the city. For a moment, she considered stopping by some of the old side-street guilds that had given her work before, but she brushed the thought away for the moment, deciding that it wouldn't hurt for her to put her things away in an inn first. She padded over the cobblestone silently, her leather boots making not a sound with each footfall, something that she'd become quite skilled at as an assassin. Her walk was slightly wary, like that of a cat ready to spring away at any moment, and she soon found a quiet inn that she knew was fairly safe. Still, she kept her bow hiked up on her shoulder and her arrows close at hand, unable to relax so easily in mixed company. Maybe this was a bad idea. After all, she'd gotten by all these years without dealing with something like this, she didn't really need it now. She could exit the city and find a nice campsite to make herself comfortable. In fact, that sounded much more comfortable to her, and she set about bargaining a horse from the innkeeper, purchasing the beast and then riding from the city at a steady gallop. She was making good time back towards the border between Ylisse and Plegia, where she enjoyed some of her best demand from the pampered nobles and the bitter commoners, and it was when she was quite a ways from the capitol when she reined in the beast, tethering it to the ground as she busied herself with setting up a campsite. Firewood was something easily collected, and as soon as she had gathered it up, she quickly set the supplies ablaze, filling a small pot with water and setting it over the flames to begin purifying it for drinking and cooking. She then got up from her crouch, grabbing her bow from where it leaned against a log nearby her. It was time to go hunting for her dinner, and that was a task that she quite looked forward to. Rabbits in Ylisse were much tastier than the game that she found in Ferox.

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❝ Thorfinn could still hear the heartfelt farewells of the three young daughters of the caravan master as he set off in the sunrise. He in turn kept turning his hand back and forth (his own stylish way of waving his hand) until their voices faded away. But when Thorfinn turned back, the maidens in their color-coded dresses continued to stare at his small, diminutive form in the distance. He made one big wave with his arm for them to see and he saw them explode in movements, the eldest sister wiping off tears in her eyes. "Oh dear," Thorfinn exclaimed, putting a finger under his lips. "I made Susanne cry. Ahh...I should probably hurry and leave. And I left in such good terms with her father!" Thorfinn looked at the bulbous sack of coins on his hand. "I shouldn't have accepted this excess payment after all. This weight has become symbolic to my guilt." So it was guilt that he was going to let go. Upon arriving in the town, roughly along the same time another caravan had arrived, Thorfinn made a beeline to the orphanage and delivered the sack to the matron. "Have some gold!" Then he had tea (for he could not refuse tea), exchanged herbs he'd gathered in the forest for fabrics, browsed for new clothes in the bazaar, and dropped a letter in the nearby guild that he'd been entrusted with by a dying man. "He told me about his son in his final moments," Thorfinn solemnly told the guild master, placing his cap on his chest. When he was done with his businesses in the town, he tagged along a carriage that was transporting a convict to his execution site. During their exchange, the man had put up a strong face but as soon as Thorfinn reached his drop-off site, the convict grasped his shoulders and pulled him in and sobbed. Thorfinn awkwardly patted on the head the seven-feet, scarred man sobbing blobs of tears on his back. "...T-there, there." It seemed he had a bad habit of eliciting tearful farewells today. It would be sunset soon in an hour or so. Thorfinn decided to set camp on the forest for tonight before proceeding. That meant that he would be needing his bow again, as well as the life of an innocent beast. During this time, he wore a serious expression, the same kind of face he showed to the guild master earlier. It changed in an instant though when he, while following after the tracks of an animal, ran into a woman. Thorfinn looked up and grinned. "Hello! 8)" Layle

LAIKA OF GS!

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all it takes is a spark to ignite my bad intentions,

Kala's step was near silent on the ground despite the leaves that had fallen, the few sounds coming from when she absolutely could not place her boot down without making a noise. She had found some deer tracks early on, and that was enough for her to abandon the idea of rabbits, as much as she enjoyed the taste. Venison was far easier for her to shoot, and if she was right, the tracks looked to be off, indicating that the animal was limping, likely due to a previous injury, making it easy prey for her. Part of her wished that she could take to the trees, knowing that she was far more stealthy among the branches since that was what she had trained in, but then she wouldn't be low enough to see the tracks, so she would have to make due. The sound of footsteps in the brush had her head shooting up, an arrow almost seeming to appear in her hand with the speed that she'd used to retrieve it from her quiver. Her gaze was wild but at the same time just as cold and calculating, as though she was some frightful vengeful goddess being confronted on her judgment. When she heard a voice, it was nearly enough for her to loose the arrow, only held in check by the fact that the speaker didn't seem to realize exactly how close he had just come to death. Her eyes narrowed. She had a choice to make here, and although a large part of her just wanted to shoot now and ask questions later, she was feeling rather... sentimental, remembering her friend telling her that life was precious, and so she loosened the draw behind her arrow ever so slightly, the closest she ever came to being open around strangers. "Who are you and what are you doing in these parts?" she questioned bluntly, deciding to get straight to the point. Why bother beating around the bush when she could reach the answer flat-out anyway? Kala never had been a social butterfly after all. Back in the village she’d been more or less tormented by the other children, her only protection being her friend, and when the village had been pillaged, it was hardly as if her experiences with the slavers had improved that side of her that her friend had tried so carefully to nurture. She’d been taught to kill and to feel nothing in doing it, to always aim for the heart to cause the most damage and to look on with cold eyes as the obstacle fell away with an arrow protruding from them. The fact that she was even pausing to ask a question before she shot was a positive sign for her. It was a shame to see how far the girl had fallen from what she once was.

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