Snippet #2400474

Owsla

"It was a good few years back with Jennifer, it crawled around the ruins and had huge metal armour and this creepy smile etched on its face. It might not be this "him" you know. He was not particularly hostile towards us and was pretty alright with Jenn actually."

Owsla tilted her head to the side and lowered her head in thought, completely ignoring the shrimp comment. If it was looking for supplies, that meant The Beast wasn't as hostile as others said he was. Considering the fact that Blondie must have not looked like a threat at all at that time anyway. However, the discription was spot on to what she had heard about him. "I said he wondered the wastes not randomly attacks people." She said, snorting in annoyance.

She rolled her eyes at the blonde tried to appease Ember. The Beast must have kept her alive because she was different from the cold emotionless...thing she was today. She sighed. "She's like any other neco from a clan Blondie. Somethings you just can't change." She said as she crawled over to a small corner and curled herself up into a ball.

She was tired, a long day of wandering and being attacked from out of no where and now dealing with this idiot. If anything, this place was the safest place she had been in for a while. She soon dozed off in her corner, looking more peaceful then she had been in weeks.