She slowly shook her head, letting her guitar hang by its strap over her shoulder as she reached for her bow, notching an arrow.
"Why on land would I ever be so petty?" But she raised a finger to her lips for silence, then pivoted. She fired an arrow into the underbrush, followed by the sharp, unholy scream of something that by all rights should be porcine but sounded slightly human...
It rushed from its hiding place, not the largest of boars, but the exposed bone and the missing eyes were a giveaway that something was wrong. What remained inside those empty sockets were like burning coals, ever focused as the head lowered. It would gore the xaela for firing upon it.
"Seven hells..." She dove as it charged past. She'd heard rumors of undeath among the isle, but...!
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"Why on land would I ever be so petty?" But she raised a finger to her lips for silence, then pivoted. She fired an arrow into the underbrush, followed by the sharp, unholy scream of something that by all rights should be porcine but sounded slightly human...
It rushed from its hiding place, not the largest of boars, but the exposed bone and the missing eyes were a giveaway that something was wrong. What remained inside those empty sockets were like burning coals, ever focused as the head lowered. It would gore the xaela for firing upon it.
"Seven hells..." She dove as it charged past. She'd heard rumors of undeath among the isle, but...!