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After parting ways with Reginald and the others, Ookami had found herself in Aspik city, which was as far removed and different from the desert as one could get. While the atmosphere and the clusters of buildings seemed vaguely reminiscent of something she could not quite place, the technology definitely was not. In fact, she was absolutely terrified of most of the mechanics that littered the city, especially when it came to the wheeled monstrosities that rolled up and down the streets, spitting out clouds of smog as they passed. She didn't quite understand what they were and how they worked, but she was sure that the humans who densely populated these parts were responsible for their creation.
She'd spent her first few days stumbling about almost blindly, overwhelmed by the massive amounts of stimulants in the area, sleeping in doorways and scavenging food out of dumpsters when she was able. She was almost beginning to think she had been better off in the desert with the brigands then in this foreign and fantastical city.
Eventually she found herself in the middle of the poor district (the smell was almost overpowering) and she managed to find herself a bed to sleep in, in exchange for labour. The thin mattress had barely enough padding, but after sleeping on the floor of a wagon, out in the open desert and in the street, it was the softest thing imaginable. After settling down in her room, she slept for almost two days straight, her poor beaten body seizing the opportunity to recuperate properly from her misadventure in Sen'nahat Desert. When she felt adequately rested, she set about gathering proper equipment and some sort of clothing (not that it was particularly needed, but humans kept scowling at her in disapproval and she felt it would make her seem less conspicuous).
Roughly three months after her unceremonious landing in the desert, she finally felt like she was starting to get a grip on her new existence (some new possession, a few coins to her name, and a semi-permanent room helped a lot), however, she had no inkling as to who she was prior to all this.
She was mulling this over as she made her way back to her accommodation late one night, seeming distracted, but she kept one of her claws on the hilt of her sword which was concealed by the length of her cloak. She had had a couple run-ins with attempted thieves, and was unwilling to repeat the incident for the third time.
- Welcome to Aspik, weary traveller [x]
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YOOOOOO HEY ERRYBODY
LOOK AT THIS SKETCH I DID.
No, but really I'm super chuffed with how this turned out, and you should check out the different layers to the outfit over on the sketchblog!!
This is pretty similar to what she wears in Rasa-verse for those that are interested! Not drawn here (because my skills failed me/couldnt be bothered) are her neat jacket (with a hood), belt with handy pouches for storing snacks, and the sheath to her sword. ;v;
~(o.o)~
commissions are open
She'd spent her first few days stumbling about almost blindly, overwhelmed by the massive amounts of stimulants in the area, sleeping in doorways and scavenging food out of dumpsters when she was able. She was almost beginning to think she had been better off in the desert with the brigands then in this foreign and fantastical city.
Eventually she found herself in the middle of the poor district (the smell was almost overpowering) and she managed to find herself a bed to sleep in, in exchange for labour. The thin mattress had barely enough padding, but after sleeping on the floor of a wagon, out in the open desert and in the street, it was the softest thing imaginable. After settling down in her room, she slept for almost two days straight, her poor beaten body seizing the opportunity to recuperate properly from her misadventure in Sen'nahat Desert. When she felt adequately rested, she set about gathering proper equipment and some sort of clothing (not that it was particularly needed, but humans kept scowling at her in disapproval and she felt it would make her seem less conspicuous).
Roughly three months after her unceremonious landing in the desert, she finally felt like she was starting to get a grip on her new existence (some new possession, a few coins to her name, and a semi-permanent room helped a lot), however, she had no inkling as to who she was prior to all this.
She was mulling this over as she made her way back to her accommodation late one night, seeming distracted, but she kept one of her claws on the hilt of her sword which was concealed by the length of her cloak. She had had a couple run-ins with attempted thieves, and was unwilling to repeat the incident for the third time.
- Welcome to Aspik, weary traveller [x]
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
YOOOOOO HEY ERRYBODY
LOOK AT THIS SKETCH I DID.
No, but really I'm super chuffed with how this turned out, and you should check out the different layers to the outfit over on the sketchblog!!
This is pretty similar to what she wears in Rasa-verse for those that are interested! Not drawn here (because my skills failed me/couldnt be bothered) are her neat jacket (with a hood), belt with handy pouches for storing snacks, and the sheath to her sword. ;v;
~(o.o)~
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Nice look! 