by Guest 6th July 2018, 10:35 am
[Appearance]
The small framed God of Ishgar somehow managed to let out a mighty grunt as she threw down a beastly crab rivaling the size of a fully grown adult onto one of the many beaches alongside Enca's shorelines. So great was the orange crustacean's mass that when its back met the surface of the earth, the ground vibrated a bit upon impact, sending a few partials of sand up with it. Anyone who knew what a dead crab looked like, would be able to tell this thing wasn't getting up anytime soon... Or ever again, for that fact. It's multiple legs and claws were forced inward towards its body, and the eyes had turned white and motionless. In many ways, despite not being related to them in any way, it sort of resembled a dead spider.
The elven girl flung her head back to rid the blockage of her eyes due to her damp hair, the silver locks sending droplets of clear ocean water into the golden sand. Well, that had actually been pretty easy. When they said she was going to have to fight a giant crab under water she had expected at least a little hardship, but this thing had barely put up a fight. Sure, it got a few nips in and it managed to cut her skin a bit. Its pincers had gotten her in a few places, even as close as her bathing suit, which would have been tragic for her if it got snipped off. But thankfully the crab wasn't a sentient pervert, so no accidental slips for her on this day. But still, the slayer found it odd that they needed her to beat such a docile creature. Surely these famed 'Fangs' would have had an easy time defeating it themselves, but one of the elite members had sadly suffered from some sort of infection the last time they tried, and the others weren't about to sacrifice their careers on something like this. So of course, it was her job. Well, whatever. It was done, and now she could get on with other things.
Reaching behind her the mage squeezed the remaining water out of her hair, watching as some of the Fangs who had sat back to watch took the crab and began to carry it away, needing a few of their men to do so. One of the Fangs approached Astrid as this was being done, thanking her for accepting and completing their request before handing her a small sack of jewels and running back over to join his fellow comrades.
... Now what? The one eyed god placed her hands upon her hips, looking around the rest of the beach. She had assumed the fight would take up most of the day, so she had her schedule completely wiped to do so. But now that it ended so early, what was she to do? Her gaze settled on the small families spread out across the shoreline, some building sand castles while others splashed around in the crystal clear ocean. She missed going to the beach. She couldn't recall the last time she had done so, at least not since her childhood. Her grandfather loved the beach, and loved taking both her and Lucius there whenever he could. It was never constant, but the times they did manage to were some of her best memories.
A pang of sadness filled the girl as she reminisced, feeling the cooling tide lick at her heels. Perhaps she could still enjoy herself, even without anyone here.
Looking down from where she stood the silvernette noticed the edge of the water held various colorful shells. Shells were always nice to collect. She always did when she was younger. Usually, eventually she would have so many just laying around her room that they were thrown out because she didn't do anything with them... But now that she was an adult, she could collect them and keep them without any troubles, right? Bending over Astrid began to pick at the wet sand for the most prettiest of shells, placing them into the other for safekeeping as she searched for more.
WC: 694/4,000
