08-18-2016, 02:22 AM
She stepped behind him fluidly, opening her eyes to look down at him. Without pause at Demetria's words Miahla brings the dagger up and plunges it down. At the last moment, she turned the blade away and slammed the hilt into the back of his head with enough force to knock him unconscious. ((1 body sap))
Then she crouched next to him and ran her fingers through his hair. "Stupid fool... You owe a life debt. I'll decide to who. But murder solves nothing. I don't belong to you and I won't let your failings drag me down."
She stood and put the dagger away. "Callum, give the kilt to Demetria. He left her too and her clothes are torn."
Then she crouched next to him and ran her fingers through his hair. "Stupid fool... You owe a life debt. I'll decide to who. But murder solves nothing. I don't belong to you and I won't let your failings drag me down."
She stood and put the dagger away. "Callum, give the kilt to Demetria. He left her too and her clothes are torn."
{{A tall wild elf with golden pink hair and glasses, she has black tattoos on her cheeks with sharp silver accents and green tattoos beside her left eye. She wears forest colours. A set of old scars in a set of three show at the top of the right side of her chest and a second set on her left upper arm..}}