Astrid stared him down, not letting him see one sign of weakness.
He tossed her a green pack. "Inside is your uniform" he firmly states.
"Joy" Astrid smirked, "are you going to have me strip right here? I don't mind, but Capitan" she draws his title out, "whatever I will the fine Herrmate ladies think of you? I mean how scandalous".
His eyes twinkled with amusement, which surprised her. "Two guards will accompany you to a river where you will bathe and change", he said steadfast. "Can't have any diseases going around".
Astrid mocked a solute. "Sir, yes, sir!".
She was lead to a river with two women guards, much to her relief. Nevertheless, she washed up quick in the river with the bar of soap she was allowed. Her uniform was slightly large on her, all dark shades of brown, used she could tell, with the tatters and tears.
This brings her back. The last person who wore this died. If she's going to make it, she couldn't make any mistakes.
Things died down around the army tents. Automatically, she could tell which were the First Fleets place. It looked more like a Hooverville than a army Fleet.
She straightened herself. 'No weakness' she thought. She almost convinced herself of this when she heard a voice.
"Ash?" the familiar voice rang.
Well, shit. So much for no weaknesses.
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Army of Death
FantasyAstrid is a monster. She shouldn't exist. Herrmate and Shapeshifters have been at war since the beginning of time. Mating between them isn't only forbidden, it's impossible. Astrid is the impossible. She is the most dangerous thing to walk the Earth...
