Snippet #2383189

Owsla

Owsla wasn't used to neco compassion, or rather any kind of compassion in the first place. She gave a weary look and shivered slightly. "I'm...owsla." She said, looking away from the male and giving ember a weary look. She didn't get a good feeling from the woman, something in her gut telling her that she would be a threat in due time. She pressed her lips together in thought, thinking of ways to keep traps on her person so that if the occasion should arise, she could escape cleanly, but leave the woman crippled.

She took the fabric off the wound, revealing a jagged wound in her forearm. It had stopped bleeding, but it stung. she flicked the fabric back onto the wound. "I didn't think anyone really roamed in groups anymore...well other than bandits anyway. I heard the war had caused it to stop." Owsla looked around at the others. Ace looked as harmless as a neco could be. Then again, she didn't know a neco could look that non-threatening really. And gabriel was someone she would have to watch as well. Something didn't sit well with her about him.