Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20131225042819/@comment-7497475-20131226063254

Her stomach turned as she read the bit about the scar, but Chamoisee kept herself from shying away. He'd noticed, and considering how they'd met, the tension wasn't so high for her.

''He's not so bad, even if he did mention it. Ambrose. Well, if I'm with him for the next four years, I should probably learn sign language.''

When he signalled her to follow, she didn't hesitate. For some reason the inability to hear Ambrose made it easier for her to be around him. The disconnected way of talking to him was a change, and a welcome one. Not only that, he seemed very capable. With him jogging in front of her, she wasn't paying enough attention to their surroundings. As the beowolf charged at him and knocked him down, she reacted slower than she should have.

Grabbing two spikes, Chamiosee threw them at Ambrose's attacker. As they caught it's side, she began reeling them in, with the beowolf in tow. Readying a larger spike, she plunged it into it's chest as it came before her. Venting a burst of Dust, Chamoisee cooked the beowolf. Removing her spikes, it dropped dead to the ground.

"They don't smell that good burnt."