[Like many tauren, Thereth has never been one for fancy machinery. She had seen plenty like the little boxes scuttling around the streets, sure, but how they'd been made, or why they'd been made, were questions that she had no clue about. Also things that she had no clue about: why they seemed so determined to branish their little blades at random people and chase them across the city. But she couldn't just leave them like that – the boxes or the people. As weirdly charming as the rampaging box-robots were, those blades did look a little too sharp to have that close to innocents.
So she starts to jog towards the next chasee she sees, waving a big arm to get their attention.]
Run towards me, dear!
((Freestyle prompt!))
[The cold doesn't bother her much anymore, but there is still something to be said about a warm cafe and a nice table by the window. Namely, that both of those things are good for sketching the scenery and passers-by.
She has her sketchbook with her, as well as a pen, a few (rather short) pencils, and a piece of charcoal. The cup of hot cocoa on the table seems to have quite a few darkened fingerprints on it, and there's a smudge of charcoal on her cheek.
While she's spent the last couple of hours gazing out the window for inspiration, as she turns to a new page in her sketchbook she decides to take a look around the cafe instead. Perhaps there are interesting people sitting in here with her! The lamp near her table is glowing pleasantly from her productive, happy mood, and she'll even give anyone who meets her eye a little wave.]
Thereth | Warcraft OC
[Like many tauren, Thereth has never been one for fancy machinery. She had seen plenty like the little boxes scuttling around the streets, sure, but how they'd been made, or why they'd been made, were questions that she had no clue about. Also things that she had no clue about: why they seemed so determined to branish their little blades at random people and chase them across the city. But she couldn't just leave them like that – the boxes or the people. As weirdly charming as the rampaging box-robots were, those blades did look a little too sharp to have that close to innocents.
So she starts to jog towards the next chasee she sees, waving a big arm to get their attention.]
Run towards me, dear!
((Freestyle prompt!))
[The cold doesn't bother her much anymore, but there is still something to be said about a warm cafe and a nice table by the window. Namely, that both of those things are good for sketching the scenery and passers-by.
She has her sketchbook with her, as well as a pen, a few (rather short) pencils, and a piece of charcoal. The cup of hot cocoa on the table seems to have quite a few darkened fingerprints on it, and there's a smudge of charcoal on her cheek.
While she's spent the last couple of hours gazing out the window for inspiration, as she turns to a new page in her sketchbook she decides to take a look around the cafe instead. Perhaps there are interesting people sitting in here with her! The lamp near her table is glowing pleasantly from her productive, happy mood, and she'll even give anyone who meets her eye a little wave.]