Jun 27 2015, 10:57 AM
The little mongoose was sitting in her favorite spot, a spot of rock that was warmed by the warm air. The Fire was out doing... something or other as was Erebus. Hopefully they were getting new members or hunting down some gems for her collection which was growing day by day. Soon the trading empire she envisioned would come to fruition and people would be crawling to her doorstep but there was something else she wanted. Trading was all fine and dandy but what she wanted was action. Certainly The Fire and Erebus could be sold off as mercenaries but what could she do herself? In her claws she had clutched a primitive looking arrowhead attacked to a sturdy stick, a spear that she had crafted herself. It was small, yes, but perfect for her tiny paws. However, it was so tiny that it wouldn't do more than poke at an opponent. What she needed was something to make it more deadly. An assassin's weapon. Perhaps even two arrowhead spears would be needed. One for slow poison and one for fast.
How would she do that though? She knew not of poisons and bacteria... The one who had, well... he hadn't seen him in ages or what felt like ages. Louie had been the one who wanted to start an empire, the very empire that she had been trying to build in his absence. So far she'd done pretty well for herself but where was he? He was the healing master... He was needed. All would be needed if they were to become infamous in all of the caves.
The reddish mongoose fussed over her crafted spear, tying up the loose ends that connected the arrowhead to the stick and even adding in some markings to it with a red clay and berry mix she had found and made. After it looked goood, as good as it would get without poison, she sat it on the ground to dry. Her silver eyes were upon the weapon, almost lovingly. It was the first thing she had ever made herself and she was proud of it. However, not wanting to be snuck up on she cast out her magic almost subconsciously. Feeling around to see if anyone was close. One could never be so sure and what sort of thief would she be if anyone was able to sneak up on her?
words: 400
tagged: Louie
ooc: ---
muse: 6/10
"Talking looks like this."
Thinking looks like this...
tagged: Louie
ooc: ---
muse: 6/10
"Talking looks like this."
Thinking looks like this...