The large woman braces her chest plate, taking a deep breath. She hadn't gone to battle in such a long time... But now here she was; Glaive in one hand, Swords rest on each hip and a large circle shield braced to her opposite hand.

" I just... need a single strike, it'll be fine... "

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣❜𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩...
... 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚... 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪❜𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙.

" I guess it couldn't hurt.. "

The tall woman will enter the steam room with a large metal bucket of hot coals, she figured she should add them in.

" Oh... Sorry, it got a bit cold in here didn't it... My bad."

During the build up to her last battle... She used to smile so much.

" May as well judge a few... "

" I don' have a cock to offer but here. "

Peaceful mornings, dew covered grass... and her brothel nearly entirely empty after the festival left town.

An empty courtyard? Meant she could enjoy nature against her body like she once had... Every inch of her skin missed her druid companion... she craved her old life so much.

#SexySunday

||: Writer is passing out. :||

She's flopped into bed, its time to rest.

❝ Trust...
It used to come so easy, now it feels easier to let myself drown in sorrow then trust again...

How many times did it bite me? How many times did I know it was going to rip me apart? How many times did I trust anyways? ❞