Pump mud through my veins,
I'm a dirty, dirty girl,
I want it filthy
It didn't take long for someone to approach the blue girl, even though she was rather plain in other areas she rarely got missed when it came to a first glance. Typically, Kimber was sharp tongued when anyone approached but the black mare was not threatening or coming off as harmful. She smells of several places, the field was the common stirring pot of Beqanna as they usually fought like cats and dogs for recruits. She picks a slight smell of the Amazons on her but nothing she could be sure about.
Her suspicions are confirmed shortly after the mare opens her mouth - there is mentioning of the field and although it's been a couple of years since she was the one recruited; she won't forget it soon. "I've been fortunate enough to avoid the field for the past two years spare when I get a hair up my ass to recruit,"she says with a small southern drawl minus the hospitality portion. "I'm Kimber, I'm from the Chamber - if you've been out there, save yourself before autumn or you'll be popping a kid out of your twat come this time next year." She is not much of a lady but she is unapologetically herself, that stands for something right?
"I'm feelin' curious, what offers did you get?" she says, hoping her choice of home hadn't been the Gates. She felt like they could be kindred spirits or pass a joint between one another in a different life but not if she was planning revenge with the others.
k i m b e r
ooc; no worries, I went full potato when I worded today.