|Guillem and his trusty crossbow|
The Grey - XIVPolaris took to equipping herself with a stock of potent potions, as well as a blade tucked deep into a thick scabbard which she strung around her waist. Guillem watched her sudden determined movements for a brief second, and then bade her halt.The Grey - XIV by Zethian
“What are you doing?” Guillem asked her as she rooted around in the depths of a worn satchel.
“Packing,” she said simply, without turning her gaze.
“Wait,” he leaned forwards and stretched out a hand towards her. “There is one more thing.”
Polaris noted the seriousness in his bloodshot gold eyes and took a seat opposite him. He looked troubled, and did not begin to speak for some short time. She waited with patience, used to this manner of confession from him. He sighed, suspiring slowly, resting his grim head in one hand.
“I have but one more favour to ask of you, and it is not one I can voice easily,” he admitted. Polaris tilted her head and leaned in with her fingers laced in her la
19, female, England|
Loves Dragon Age
Socially awkward (sorry)
Nerdy, geeky, obsessive fan
Current Residence: Leeds, UK.
Print preference: FREE :L
Favourite genre of music: Heavy metal, rock, etc.
Favourite photographer: Sarah, aka sj-randomer here on da, and my dad :3
Favourite style of art: Digital Paintings and traditional media sketches
Operating System: Windows (Mac and I... we don't get along).
MP3 player of choice: Technika and sony. (I DO NOT like ipod)
Shell of choice: The metaphrorical kind, maybe?
Wallpaper of choice: Usually something Dragon Age
Skin of choice: My own, thanks. Or something paler.
Favourite cartoon character: Russia and Germany from APH
Personal Quote: jag gå en stig av Skuggan i en värld av Ljus