WasylTheFox

Underneath the black fur, Krummi was pale and her hands gripped her round shield so hard her knuckles turned white. The near black painted shield with its pair of crudely drawn blue wings pointed outward was almost scathe free, compared to the rest of the raiders’. Clearly it hadn’t seen much action outside of training fields, yet… “Hey! Smell that? I think the outcast got the first-timer shits!” Skrithur’s taunt drew out amused chuckles and cackles from the other raiders in the same ship, and Krummi gave him an offended snarl. “I’m fine! The only stench on this ship is your own!” She hi