Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jan 26, 2012 22:16:18 GMT -5
"A horse?" Ervisa asked in a mock-surprised voice. "Nay," she added with a wink. Yes, it was a rather obvious equine pun, but she was doing her best aggressive driving and couldn't really be bothered to devise anything wittier. Besides, it wasn't really all that bad, and she doubted her flavor of the day was going to object, not while he was busy hitting people in the head with a stick.
"That's got to sting..." She muttered as one man tumbled. Yeah, in all likelihood that was gonna leave a concussion. Not that she particularly cared. Moral complexity wasn't her thing. Bad guys were bad guys and good guys were good guys. Black hats. White hats. That was all she really felt the need to know.
She had no interest in getting close to people. Friendly to everyone, enemy to few, and close with? No one. Except Asyr...
One meeting. There'd only been one. Yet somehow she'd confided in him, trusted him, and so thoroughly enjoyed him. In terms of the sex it wasn't the very best she'd ever had, though it was still very good. But it wasn't about the sex. It wasn't just about those abs, or that snowy hair. There was some quality she couldn't put into words, something special that made her want him still.
One hit and she was addicted to Asyr.
A loud thump drew her attention back to the moment and she realized she'd just run over a fleeing poacher. Under normal circumstances hitting a pedestrian with a speeder was a serious mistake punishable with prison time. This time it merited an exclamation.
"Hell yes! Ten points!"
The Mirialan woman grinned widely and floored it again as they came up on the poachers' ship.
"That's got to sting..." She muttered as one man tumbled. Yeah, in all likelihood that was gonna leave a concussion. Not that she particularly cared. Moral complexity wasn't her thing. Bad guys were bad guys and good guys were good guys. Black hats. White hats. That was all she really felt the need to know.
She had no interest in getting close to people. Friendly to everyone, enemy to few, and close with? No one. Except Asyr...
One meeting. There'd only been one. Yet somehow she'd confided in him, trusted him, and so thoroughly enjoyed him. In terms of the sex it wasn't the very best she'd ever had, though it was still very good. But it wasn't about the sex. It wasn't just about those abs, or that snowy hair. There was some quality she couldn't put into words, something special that made her want him still.
One hit and she was addicted to Asyr.
A loud thump drew her attention back to the moment and she realized she'd just run over a fleeing poacher. Under normal circumstances hitting a pedestrian with a speeder was a serious mistake punishable with prison time. This time it merited an exclamation.
"Hell yes! Ten points!"
The Mirialan woman grinned widely and floored it again as they came up on the poachers' ship.