Originally Posted by
C'nor
Naera sank her claws into the side of the building, having, finally, once the last of the people at the gallows had left, cut the rope from around her neck, and began to climb, following the scent of her acquaintance.
Of course, she could have just gone up the stairs, but white cloaks with red arrows dyed on the back, the symbol of her unit, back amongst the Hunterkin, were hardly common, and seeing as not only had she just been hung, she was now blinded, with strips of flesh torn from her body by crows, exposing the flesh in some places, she would probably have drawn entirely too much attention...
So, when she, after a climb that (in her mind, and probably only there) had been entirely too taxing, even for someone in her condition, she rapped weakly on the appropriate window, not even bothering to pull her hood back up to hide the worst of the damage.
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Superdark, you try to look wolfish. What do you expect to happen?