Belle of the Brawl
Fabula had noticed a pattern to her life over the last (and only) two weeks she had been conscious. First, get bored and go looking for the biggest critter around. Second, pick a fight with it. Third, come flying out of the bushes when it smacks you hard enough to send you into low orbit.
She'd have to work on that last part.
Having run out of rancor legends to fight around the Nightsister clans, Fabula had done something phenomenally ill-advised and gone to search for some closer to the Allyans. Upon speaking with one of the lightsider's slaves, she had found a terrorized account of a massive, fearsome whuffa worm that had been molesting the males that strayed into a specific hunting area. Fabula wasn't at all surprised to hear that the local Witches hadn't dealt with the problem. It's just a worm. Why would that be any concern of theirs?
So Fabula had taken it onto herself to see this magnificent beast for herself. And, unsurprisingly, she had picked a fight with it. As per normal, she got a swing or two in before she misjudged exactly how much reach a giant ground worm has, and off she went, flying from the impact of being neck-slapped by a sandworm the size of a train.
When she stopped flying, she had landed in a populated area. Sort of . There were huts nearby, which normally meant males. She didn't pay it much mind, hoisting herself off the ground and looking around for her lightsabers. "Lesson one: don't let it hit you. Why is it taking you so long to learn that, stupid girl?"
She'd have to work on that last part.
Having run out of rancor legends to fight around the Nightsister clans, Fabula had done something phenomenally ill-advised and gone to search for some closer to the Allyans. Upon speaking with one of the lightsider's slaves, she had found a terrorized account of a massive, fearsome whuffa worm that had been molesting the males that strayed into a specific hunting area. Fabula wasn't at all surprised to hear that the local Witches hadn't dealt with the problem. It's just a worm. Why would that be any concern of theirs?
So Fabula had taken it onto herself to see this magnificent beast for herself. And, unsurprisingly, she had picked a fight with it. As per normal, she got a swing or two in before she misjudged exactly how much reach a giant ground worm has, and off she went, flying from the impact of being neck-slapped by a sandworm the size of a train.
When she stopped flying, she had landed in a populated area. Sort of . There were huts nearby, which normally meant males. She didn't pay it much mind, hoisting herself off the ground and looking around for her lightsabers. "Lesson one: don't let it hit you. Why is it taking you so long to learn that, stupid girl?"