((Muse info
🕷: "We are Widow."
🕷 Natasha Romanoff/Silver RP
🕷 Marvel focused rp, willing to rp with multi-verse characters
🕷 Portrayal based on Black Widow from the Venomous comic
“ not much of a talker. ”
yelena lightly jested before her jacket was placed beneath his head.
“ get some sleep now. ”
her hair down, a smidge of make up, eye liner. the smell of fresh flora staining her flesh.
“ the hell did you so? ”
she muttered to herself, removing a bit of armor to search. yelena wouldn’t let him die, stranger or not.
it’s be rude not to take it? was it a thanks.
gently, she took the fish, setting it to the side.
“ get some rest. ”
yelena moved to the corner of the room, keeping an eye out. it was her usual. watching. seeing what lurked.
Dr. Fate
the blonde held him up with no problem, dragging him to the nearest area.
this should work.
she’d settle the man upon the ground, assessing him for where any injuries could possibly be.
𝓎ℯ𝓁ℯ𝓃𝒶
𝓎ℯ𝓁ℯ𝓃𝒶
𝓎ℯ𝓁ℯ𝓃𝒶
𝓎ℯ𝓁ℯ𝓃𝒶
𝓎ℯ𝓁ℯ𝓃𝒶
He was taking all of this information in, It was all new to him. A glorified cave man discovering fire for the first time, drawn in like a moth to the flame.
The moment she acted , he felt a sharp wave of pain course through his body. It was enough to leave him slightly paralysed for a moment. +
The moment she placed him down, the peasant's lower jaw hung low, and his mouth was slightly parted out of habit. Pain, there was so much pain he felt. If she observed his injuries, she would notice the fish skin grafts all over his body. Showcasing that he has survival instinct, ( he ) did this. +
The tattered and soaked through clothing was easy to move around, It was practically clinging onto him like wallpaper being peeled off in one strip.
The fish grafts were visible if the scent didn't give it away. The man had his eyes on her at all times. The first clue about him was the +
Even if he did talk, she wouldn't understand him. His native tongue is beyond her comprehension, It would take years for her to understand and vice versa for him.
It appears the ' Rp ' translator doesn't work on him.
So, he reached for his pocket with +
He appeared to be slightly clueless, uncertain of what would happen next. He lost strength on his legs, feeling them wobble slightly.
As he slumped and leaned over the significantly smaller woman, feeling his weight all over her.
The man without words remained silent, no voice, no nothing. +
the blonde held him up with no problem, dragging him to the nearest area.
this should work.
she’d settle the man upon the ground, assessing him for where any injuries could possibly be.
“ healing. i have some better medicines for that. ”
she’s reaching into her bag.
“ going to sting. ”
the russian stated bluntly, pouring the antiseptic upon the fish scales, at least it would help before she wrapped up his torso.
“ you need rest. ”
𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐇𝐊𝐈𝐈𝐍
𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐇𝐊𝐈𝐈𝐍
𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐇𝐊𝐈𝐈𝐍
𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐇𝐊𝐈𝐈𝐍
𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐇𝐊𝐈𝐈𝐍
her hair down, a smidge of make up, eye liner. the smell of fresh flora staining her flesh.
“ the hell did you so? ”
she muttered to herself, removing a bit of armor to search. yelena wouldn’t let him die, stranger or not.
𝓎ℯ𝓁ℯ𝓃𝒶
𝓎ℯ𝓁ℯ𝓃𝒶
“ not much of a talker. ”
yelena lightly jested before her jacket was placed beneath his head.
“ get some sleep now. ”
The tattered and soaked through clothing was easy to move around, It was practically clinging onto him like wallpaper being peeled off in one strip.
The fish grafts were visible if the scent didn't give it away. The man had his eyes on her at all times. The first clue about him was the +
He appeared to be slightly clueless, uncertain of what would happen next. He lost strength on his legs, feeling them wobble slightly.
As he slumped and leaned over the significantly smaller woman, feeling his weight all over her.
The man without words remained silent, no voice, no nothing. +
he looked hurt.
a sigh escaped the blonde as she moved beneath his arm to hold him up. the russian accent thick as she spoke.
“ come on. you look like you’re about to fall out. ”
𝓎ℯ𝓁ℯ𝓃𝒶
𝓎ℯ𝓁ℯ𝓃𝒶
The moment she placed him down, the peasant's lower jaw hung low, and his mouth was slightly parted out of habit. Pain, there was so much pain he felt. If she observed his injuries, she would notice the fish skin grafts all over his body. Showcasing that he has survival instinct, ( he ) did this. +
𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐇𝐊𝐈𝐈𝐍
He was taking all of this information in, It was all new to him. A glorified cave man discovering fire for the first time, drawn in like a moth to the flame.
The moment she acted , he felt a sharp wave of pain course through his body. It was enough to leave him slightly paralysed for a moment. +
𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐇𝐊𝐈𝐈𝐍
𝓎ℯ𝓁ℯ𝓃𝒶
her hair down, a smidge of make up, eye liner. the smell of fresh flora staining her flesh.
“ the hell did you so? ”
she muttered to herself, removing a bit of armor to search. yelena wouldn’t let him die, stranger or not.
he looked hurt.
a sigh escaped the blonde as she moved beneath his arm to hold him up. the russian accent thick as she spoke.
“ come on. you look like you’re about to fall out. ”
the blonde held him up with no problem, dragging him to the nearest area.
this should work.
she’d settle the man upon the ground, assessing him for where any injuries could possibly be.
