nothinglikefather: by aeneia (starstruck)
Jacob Frye ([personal profile] nothinglikefather) wrote in [community profile] westwhere 2023-08-21 07:41 am (UTC)

[At the other end of the bandit camp, those that don't move fast enough get a kick to hurry them along, and those who seem to recognise Jacob as an outsider meet his blade or get a sharp punch that lays them out on the group dazed. It'll give them enough time to rid the camp of occupants and collect whatever supplies they can before the bastards come round.

Now the camp is emptying out, now his attention isn't so much on the figures of the bandits, spotting his ally is easier. No one else is wearing full skirts, and with the flickering light of the fire and the dancing shadows, it's hard to keep his eyes fixed on it, them, her? Whole, it seems, although he doesn't know how they've managed that.

It's safer now, with all the bandits gone save the dead or the unconscious, neither of which should cause them problems. He heads up to them, pace quick, just to make sure that they aren't actually more harmed than they appear. Forgotten is the shape-change, now Jacob's only thinking of the pale, elegantly beautiful woman who walked with him to the camp. ]


Hey, hey! Are you alright? I didn't think that would work, well done!

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