04-28-2014, 01:37 AM
Chrysanta hated her name. She hated her large bouncy chest too. It made her body impractical for fighting anything that went bump in the night. She rebraided her long blonde hair again, and stuck a spiked leather wrap at the end. That at least made her hair alright for battle, plus the long spiked chord at the center of the three strands helped a lot too.
Dust got kicked up from the road as Chrissie's horse plodded along. She needed a new one, and new gear too. That was most of the reason why she had taken it in her head to go to the Dusty Bat Inn. The place's name alone was suspicious. Then there were the rumors. They surrounded the paradise like place. It looked like honey, ready to trap anything that walked in that door.
And of course she was going to.
The hunter pulled lightly on the reins of her grey dapple gelding. She slipped out of her creaking saddle. Hardboiled leather armor covered her forearms, and protected the same chest she'd thought of so derisively. Her long legs were well shown off by her deerskin pants, and her calf hugging leather boots. That was for practical reason. It made it easier to kick and run, unlike the skirts a lot of other women preferred, or were forced to wear.
After tying her horse to a post, she walked inside. "Hey, anyone around?'
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