It was admirable, listening to his voice and the way the words dripped from his tongue and melted off his lips. She was cast into a stupor as she observed the sound he displayed. He was speaking with meaning, with passion, which didn’t surprise Lenz in the least when it came to the source of it.
He was a libertine for a reason, whether he wished to seek other professionalism at the start or not. Words were indeed simply words and the thought of having no true feelings for either side gave her a respectful chill that weaved its way down her spine.
“A doctor from a libertine is a pretty large jump if I do say so myself, but I’m glad you found something in the end,” she mentioned before continuing following him through the city.
She would come to dislike those who judged others by what they did, the way they looked or simply by what they liked. He did what he had to do to stay alive and that was all she could ask for. Another soul was surviving in a world of hurt and whether he was selling his genitalia to woman or men with the need for it, it was none of her business and frankly, it was none of her concern.
She wouldn’t disagree with the fact that she was interested, however. She had never met a man-whore before, if that was what one really called them. She preferred libertine or prostitute over whore. It just gave her more of a sense for respect when someone called them that. Then again, they were simply words. Such as she was a seamstress, she could very well have been called a drug dealer or a miner or a baker. Instead, she was labelled for what she did.
I suppose that’s just what came to the individual’s minds when they witnessed what was being done with these men and woman. Where they whoring or prostituting? What did those words even mean?
Words were strange; strange indeed. It was philosophical in a way to her. She could recall the meaning of each and everything that left that boy’s mouth and here he was, inviting her on an adventure she hoped to never forget or regret for that matter.
A sound, hollow or was it solid?, interrupted Lenz’s train of thought. The couple had stumbled upon some sort of obstacle and upon further examination it came to her apparent conclusion that they had found a way to get underground, to their destination.
But then Matthew’s fingers dipped into a dark substance. A slimy sucking sound erupted into her ears until she finally deduced that the substance was animal feces.
“What are you doing?” she blurted out, becoming quickly repulsed by his actions. “That could be disease ridden!”
Her unnecessarily wanted questions were quickly answered when her guide explained the timeframe one could figure out for the presence of animals. It hadn’t been a while because the scat was warm? That was intriguing and certainly something the redheaded woman mentally noted down for the future.
You can tell when the animal has been somewhere by the temperature of their droppings. Got it. Although, that definitely didn’t mean she was going to be sticking her hand into any animal poop to tell whether or not she could be in danger.
Suddenly it was her time to shine. She was an amateur when it came to wilderness survival, for she had managed to escape from shackles and enslavement by travelling through the woods until she stumbled across the city of tyrants and cruelty.
“I know a thing or two about wilderness survival,” she mentioned halfheartedly. “I think this would be a decent place to start. The scat doesn’t necessarily mean the animal was travelling back into his home, if this shaft is indeed where it is residing. It’s a toss-up, but I am definitely one for adventure. Judging by the size of the feces, I would estimate that the animal isn’t a very terrifying predator.”
She smirked before sticking her foot into a rung on the rusty ladder. She slid her hands down the sides of the ladder, catching bits and pieces of cobwebs in the process. When she finally met the ground, she clung to the sides of the tunnel, unsure of what to do next.
She waited until Matthew descended into the journey to join her.
oocI apologise greatly for the delay. I was caught up in a heap of school work!
He was a libertine for a reason, whether he wished to seek other professionalism at the start or not. Words were indeed simply words and the thought of having no true feelings for either side gave her a respectful chill that weaved its way down her spine.
“A doctor from a libertine is a pretty large jump if I do say so myself, but I’m glad you found something in the end,” she mentioned before continuing following him through the city.
She would come to dislike those who judged others by what they did, the way they looked or simply by what they liked. He did what he had to do to stay alive and that was all she could ask for. Another soul was surviving in a world of hurt and whether he was selling his genitalia to woman or men with the need for it, it was none of her business and frankly, it was none of her concern.
She wouldn’t disagree with the fact that she was interested, however. She had never met a man-whore before, if that was what one really called them. She preferred libertine or prostitute over whore. It just gave her more of a sense for respect when someone called them that. Then again, they were simply words. Such as she was a seamstress, she could very well have been called a drug dealer or a miner or a baker. Instead, she was labelled for what she did.
I suppose that’s just what came to the individual’s minds when they witnessed what was being done with these men and woman. Where they whoring or prostituting? What did those words even mean?
Words were strange; strange indeed. It was philosophical in a way to her. She could recall the meaning of each and everything that left that boy’s mouth and here he was, inviting her on an adventure she hoped to never forget or regret for that matter.
A sound, hollow or was it solid?, interrupted Lenz’s train of thought. The couple had stumbled upon some sort of obstacle and upon further examination it came to her apparent conclusion that they had found a way to get underground, to their destination.
But then Matthew’s fingers dipped into a dark substance. A slimy sucking sound erupted into her ears until she finally deduced that the substance was animal feces.
“What are you doing?” she blurted out, becoming quickly repulsed by his actions. “That could be disease ridden!”
Her unnecessarily wanted questions were quickly answered when her guide explained the timeframe one could figure out for the presence of animals. It hadn’t been a while because the scat was warm? That was intriguing and certainly something the redheaded woman mentally noted down for the future.
You can tell when the animal has been somewhere by the temperature of their droppings. Got it. Although, that definitely didn’t mean she was going to be sticking her hand into any animal poop to tell whether or not she could be in danger.
Suddenly it was her time to shine. She was an amateur when it came to wilderness survival, for she had managed to escape from shackles and enslavement by travelling through the woods until she stumbled across the city of tyrants and cruelty.
“I know a thing or two about wilderness survival,” she mentioned halfheartedly. “I think this would be a decent place to start. The scat doesn’t necessarily mean the animal was travelling back into his home, if this shaft is indeed where it is residing. It’s a toss-up, but I am definitely one for adventure. Judging by the size of the feces, I would estimate that the animal isn’t a very terrifying predator.”
She smirked before sticking her foot into a rung on the rusty ladder. She slid her hands down the sides of the ladder, catching bits and pieces of cobwebs in the process. When she finally met the ground, she clung to the sides of the tunnel, unsure of what to do next.
She waited until Matthew descended into the journey to join her.
oocI apologise greatly for the delay. I was caught up in a heap of school work!
