Of all the audacity. Ariahn was growling under her breath and muttering in that colorful language that pieced itself together in that smoky, near sinful voice the Huntress was known for. Tail swished in an angry sway behind her as she headed for the southern glen and the hot springs she heard had recently been established there.
Thankfully the springs were abandoned more likely due to the pending holiday festivals then anything. Not that it mattered, Ariahn's family was far long gone. Her father a distant bleep in her memory that never kept in touch, and her mother....the Coyote and notorious true Trickster, Brilyah "Briar" Wilthorne....well she just left her daughter to fend for herself.
The bits of cloth worn to cover herself and make her acceptable for the uptight folk that sometimes existed in Rhy'din were tossed aside as she sank into the welcoming depths of the hot water and shut her eyes. Fingers smoothed through hair the color of the Tigress she chose the form of as gradual her were-tiger form eased into the form she used more often. That of an average looking woman if not save for the black-gold striped hair...the inhuman predator eyes of a feline set in her dusky features....and the fact that when moonlight danced on her flesh it illuminated the imprint of jagged stripes along her skin.
Fingers rubbed at her face as she grimaced. The minotaur had been far more of an annoyance to Ariahn then expected. Tried to offer the beast a roll and he acted like she was going to assault her. Teeth bared into a snarl as she sank deep into the comforts of the hot water to soothe tense muscles.
Ariahn didn't expect to make friends or companions or really anyone that gave a care. She was a lone Hunter....it was foolish of her to expect anything of anyone else unless she was protected their hide or they were throwing money at her feet when she danced at the Crymson Tryst. Mostly she sang though....not that it mattered.
Untouchable and Unobtainable. It seemed that such a setting for her was bound to leave to a life left alone. Not that it mattered. The stupid bovine didn't matter at all.
"He can rot."
Muttering snarl as she submerged herself in the water, wishing the prior events of the evening would just wash away. By the Gods she hated people...
Thankfully the springs were abandoned more likely due to the pending holiday festivals then anything. Not that it mattered, Ariahn's family was far long gone. Her father a distant bleep in her memory that never kept in touch, and her mother....the Coyote and notorious true Trickster, Brilyah "Briar" Wilthorne....well she just left her daughter to fend for herself.
The bits of cloth worn to cover herself and make her acceptable for the uptight folk that sometimes existed in Rhy'din were tossed aside as she sank into the welcoming depths of the hot water and shut her eyes. Fingers smoothed through hair the color of the Tigress she chose the form of as gradual her were-tiger form eased into the form she used more often. That of an average looking woman if not save for the black-gold striped hair...the inhuman predator eyes of a feline set in her dusky features....and the fact that when moonlight danced on her flesh it illuminated the imprint of jagged stripes along her skin.
Fingers rubbed at her face as she grimaced. The minotaur had been far more of an annoyance to Ariahn then expected. Tried to offer the beast a roll and he acted like she was going to assault her. Teeth bared into a snarl as she sank deep into the comforts of the hot water to soothe tense muscles.
Ariahn didn't expect to make friends or companions or really anyone that gave a care. She was a lone Hunter....it was foolish of her to expect anything of anyone else unless she was protected their hide or they were throwing money at her feet when she danced at the Crymson Tryst. Mostly she sang though....not that it mattered.
Untouchable and Unobtainable. It seemed that such a setting for her was bound to leave to a life left alone. Not that it mattered. The stupid bovine didn't matter at all.
"He can rot."
Muttering snarl as she submerged herself in the water, wishing the prior events of the evening would just wash away. By the Gods she hated people...