Where are they when you need them?
Averia Frost let out an aggravated sigh. She stepped out of the pitch-black depths of the small cave she had been in all day and savoured the drop of sunlight that had washed over her. The fresh breeze of wind caught her delicate feature, letting golden hair billow back with the breeze. She had had come to this place this morning in hopes of finding a grimm to kill. And just when she was in the mood to do so, no creature had yet to show its presence to the bored girl.
Charming.
Averia clicked her tongue and proceeded to walk off, counting sheeps in her thoughts as she did. She slid her hands inside the pockets of her shorts and wondered how poorly dressed she was in response to the weather. Her top was nothing but a thin piece of white sleeveless turtleneck shirt and her shorts were micro. You know, those types that covered like, nothing. The only appropriate clothing she probably wore were the pair of boots that reached up to her knees. That's it.
From her pocket she took out a piece of gum and popped it on her mouth, chewing and occasionally popping a bubble - something to alleviate the dull sounds of her footsteps. As she continued to walk, she reached for one of her golden pistols on her holster and begun spinning it on her hand. Anything to stray away from this rather boring hunt.
Averia Frost let out an aggravated sigh. She stepped out of the pitch-black depths of the small cave she had been in all day and savoured the drop of sunlight that had washed over her. The fresh breeze of wind caught her delicate feature, letting golden hair billow back with the breeze. She had had come to this place this morning in hopes of finding a grimm to kill. And just when she was in the mood to do so, no creature had yet to show its presence to the bored girl.
Charming.
Averia clicked her tongue and proceeded to walk off, counting sheeps in her thoughts as she did. She slid her hands inside the pockets of her shorts and wondered how poorly dressed she was in response to the weather. Her top was nothing but a thin piece of white sleeveless turtleneck shirt and her shorts were micro. You know, those types that covered like, nothing. The only appropriate clothing she probably wore were the pair of boots that reached up to her knees. That's it.
From her pocket she took out a piece of gum and popped it on her mouth, chewing and occasionally popping a bubble - something to alleviate the dull sounds of her footsteps. As she continued to walk, she reached for one of her golden pistols on her holster and begun spinning it on her hand. Anything to stray away from this rather boring hunt.