[ It’s not the first time Kettara has encountered demons in her time, nor the first time she’s faced an enemy in chains. She dislikes the latter far more intimately.
They’re small. Begging for freedom.
She leans forward, sniffing. Strangely, she cannot smell the fel-taint on them. But these demons are, inevitably, her enemy. That has not changed. ]
I will kill you quickly, if you wish.
[ She glances back, noticing she has an audience. ]
it is the honorable thing.
Reach Up High: I - CW for cutting.
[ Her list includes wrath and murder, the latter of which infuriates her and possibly proves the first. She has not murdered anyone, Kettara thinks, her fists clenched tight. She has taken lives in honorable combat, as her ancestors and pride dictated. She is a warrior, yes, but she conducts herself with care.
She’s not human, after all.
Kettara growls low in her throat, stalking around the room. She’s already thrown herself against the door and blasted it with fire; it refuses to budge. ]
Let us fight. That is a better way.
[ She says it conversationally, hefting an axe. ]
Surely we will bleed enough through that.
Follow Me Down: I CW for alcohol abuse.
[ Kettara isn’t sure what to make of this place, aside from a vague sense of disgust. As such, she’s found a table in the corner near the bar and a large bottle of something that is not mead, and is thus horribly disappointing.
She’s sitting on top of the table, forgoing the chair entirely. Her two axes lay in front of her. She glares out at the crowd, shoulders hunched. This place is awful. It stinks of demons and, even worse, humans.
Why are there so many humans here? The ancestors must be testing her.
She’s less interested in gambling or flirting than sitting back and being salty, so feel free to join her if you want to judge people. ]
Kettara Bloodthirst | World of Warcraft | OTA
[ It’s not the first time Kettara has encountered demons in her time, nor the first time she’s faced an enemy in chains. She dislikes the latter far more intimately.
They’re small. Begging for freedom.
She leans forward, sniffing. Strangely, she cannot smell the fel-taint on them. But these demons are, inevitably, her enemy. That has not changed. ]
I will kill you quickly, if you wish.
[ She glances back, noticing she has an audience. ]
it is the honorable thing.
Reach Up High: I - CW for cutting.
[ Her list includes wrath and murder, the latter of which infuriates her and possibly proves the first. She has not murdered anyone, Kettara thinks, her fists clenched tight. She has taken lives in honorable combat, as her ancestors and pride dictated. She is a warrior, yes, but she conducts herself with care.
She’s not human, after all.
Kettara growls low in her throat, stalking around the room. She’s already thrown herself against the door and blasted it with fire; it refuses to budge. ]
Let us fight. That is a better way.
[ She says it conversationally, hefting an axe. ]
Surely we will bleed enough through that.
Follow Me Down: I CW for alcohol abuse.
[ Kettara isn’t sure what to make of this place, aside from a vague sense of disgust. As such, she’s found a table in the corner near the bar and a large bottle of something that is not mead, and is thus horribly disappointing.
She’s sitting on top of the table, forgoing the chair entirely. Her two axes lay in front of her. She glares out at the crowd, shoulders hunched. This place is awful. It stinks of demons and, even worse, humans.
Why are there so many humans here? The ancestors must be testing her.
She’s less interested in gambling or flirting than sitting back and being salty, so feel free to join her if you want to judge people. ]