Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150609040541/@comment-25127382-20150615081304

Lavinia walked out of the house, cigarette still in her mouth. She looked around the area, nothing interesting, but she did spot her next meal. She drew her machine pistol, and fired a single shot into the air, shooting down the eagle flying above. Despite landing pretty hard, the eagle was still alive.

"Sorry, birdy, but I hate rations." She snapped the eagles neck and began stuffing it into her backpack. She then began heading back to her bike. She was tired of Helgen. Falkreath must be more interesting.