Grim Views

Another edit to keep up with recent changes in character.

Hokuto downed her second mug of the tart brew. With a grin that showed a few more sharp teeth than usual she answered the troll.

"I serve the mandate, Irredeemable," she said, "Peace through annihilation."

Hokuto took the mug of cactus liquor and downed it quickly. Looking down into the empty mug she sighed, and then began explaining her absence. "Well... I can tell you what didn't happen..," she started, "A whole lot of nothing." She filled the troll in on how she had gone back to...

Hokuto gave Leyu'jin a grin, still holding the table over her head, "Hey, yourself." She set the table down and relaxed back into her hammock, sitting though instead of laying. She still didn't know the trolls' intentions. Even though he was as relaxed as she was, she knew he was more than...

Her ears perked as she woke up. There was someone sitting across from her. And unfortunately for Hokuto, the watcher had a slight advantage seeing as Hokuto didn't have her weapon. ' Well... this is going to be interesting.., ' she thought to herself, ' What the hell... I'll risk it. ' As quickly as...

*Some time later...* Hokuto lay in one of the hammocks in the wyverns tail, after everyone had cleared out and it closed up for the morning hours. As she dozed off and on, she thought of what might happen when some of the others found out she had returned. So far, Ashenfury had been the first to fin...

She smiled slyly again at Inzema. She was enjoying toying with him. Still she kept turned away so he couldn't see her face completely. "A man should buy a lady a drink before he starts talking like that," she replied to his boast, "It's only polite after all." She leaned slightly...

She was a bit surprised when Inzema didn't recognize her, though she kept that to herself and didn't let it show. She wasn't surprised by his initial greeting. Funnily enough, it was the exact same way he had greeted her when they first met. She decided she would play along for the time being til ot...

The Wyvern's Tail was empty of patrons when she arrived. Only Gravy, the barman, was there for any company. The candles flickered gently as she strode into the bar, many of them burning on the last bits of wick they had. She leaned up against the bar, seeing as there are usually no seats near it any...

The dark halls of Icecrown Citadel held many memories of the fallen, hero and villain alike. Broken armor and weapons lay about, forgotten through time. Hokuto strode silently through these lonely halls, following her guide, the small, dark, ghost-like bird. It had been weeks now, since she had seen...

The wind bit at her, threatening to pull the large fur cloak she had wrapped about her away. She didn't actually need the cloak, for she couldn't feel the freezing air. It was just something she had picked up on a whim. Now here she stood, wrapped in the fur cloak, in the middle of a battlefield. Ho...

That works, too!

*wakes up with a bit of drool* Huh? Did it work?

Win!! But where's my hammer?

Hokuto had gotten word of Inzema's leg being dropped off to the Grim a short while after it was recieved. She laughed inwardly. This little rogue, Nika, thought she had won something just because she had gotten Inzema's leg? His leg! It wasn't even the leg he cared about most. Hokuto would enjoy bea...