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[Mimt]

The world has changed since the Witch Queen, Azuael, took over most of the lands. All kingdoms but two have been taken over. Azuael is targeting those kingdoms which have taken in frightened refugees from the defeated kingdoms. Queen Azuael has a secret weapon; she has the key to the end of the world under her control.


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❧ ━ Emma Pessüm-Daré


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{ race } Tenaran

{ age } Two Thousand and Ninety-Six, Appears to be in Early Twenties

{ sexuality } Straight

{ personality } Emma is a very curious woman, always wanting to learn more about this world. Even though she has lived in this world for centuries, she still wonders about where she came from. She is a very philosophical thinker. She can easily be upset if people are unkind to her. She has an underlying temper that most people would never want to witness. She always appears very calm. Even though she feels a wide range of emotions, nothing but her eyes will express how she is truly feeling until she trusts someone.

{ appearance } Emma has adapted to this world to have a humanoid appearance. She is a tall woman with flame red hair. Her gentle expression is enough to warm the hearts of many. Her athletic yet feminine build has provided her with the optimum condition to survive in this world.

{ biography } Emma was sent to this world to end it when fate decides. Even though she is unaware of her purpose for being sent to this foreign place, she knows that whatever reason she is here is important. She is literally a ticking time bomb with the ability to rip apart the fabric that makes up this world. After all, nothing lasts forever, and people like Emma are the rare beings who are sent to a world during its last few centuries to die along with it. Will she ever discover her purpose and fight the rules of fate, or will it be too late?

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{ class } Wanderer

{ clothing } Emma wears and otherworldly outfit with bright colors. The intricate detailing has a hidden meaning that even she doesn't understand.

{ objects } Emma crafted a staff to serve as both a weapon and a walking aid to help her on her long journey to discover what her purpose is.

{ abilities }
→Planetary destruction
→Gravitational shifting
→Interstellar communication

{ strengths }
→Self-defense
→Adaption
→Stamina

{ weakness }
→Physical contact
→Other beings not of this world
→Emotions


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{ theme song } Everybody Wants to Rule the World

{ anything else? } She is virtually indestructible unless a being from this world touches her skin.

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[Mimt]

A petite female sat at the bank of a river in the forest. Her pale skin shimmered as the sunlight filtered through the trees and kissed her skin. She smiled as she listened to the sounds of the creatures in the woods. She was very familiar with this world now. She adapted to appear human, but certain aspects of her facial structure and the way she moved just too gracefully proved that she is not of this world. Most who see her have been in awe of her appearance, but she has been around long enough that there were less of the easily impressed humans and more surreal humanoids such as herself. It was nice to be able to blend in. If only she wasn't so fragile.

[apong]

Name: Lyle Villier
Age: 17
Race: Half human, the other half of him is a secret his mother had taken to her grave.
Bio: He had lived with his mother in a small house outside a village. Many of the townspeople feared the house on top of the hill and whenever Lyele disobeyed his mother and ventured down the hill, he was chased away. One day he had been badly burned by a man when he had caught sight of Lyle's glowing orange eyes. He still bares the burns on the side of his face. At 15 Lyle had found his mother sobbing one day when he had asked what was the matter she had told him that he'd grown to look like his father. After that she had told him to get out and chased him away. At first Lyle was devastated, he then realized the bag she had hurled at him was actually full of food and money and a note explaining how much she had loved him, how sorry she was for hurting him but he would not leave if she had told him the truth, to promise to forgive the townspeople for what they were about to do, and goodbye.


Lyle had tried to rush home only finding his home was burned to ashes. He had honored his mother's wishes and had left home to discover what he was, with the vague hope of finding out about his father and what the man had cursed him and his mother with.
Appearance:Lyle

[II Sinn II]

Name: Desmond
Age: 830
Race: Dark Elf
Bio: Raised among his own until taken at a young age by a cult of Magi who practiced in the dark arts. Used for a ritual that would leave him cursed for the remainder of his life. The curse aided in his escape leaving the cult slaughtered. A tattoo on his back was used to fuse the curse to him, and describes the ritual in the Magi's language.

[apong]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx LYLE VILLIER
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He had been walking for a while but poking from the treetops were the spires of civilization and buildings that sprung up from the horizon. He was still quite a whiles away but making visual contact was assuring.

He licked his craggy dry lips and stopped to consult his old trusted backpack, pulling out canteen he let out a disappointed groan when he discovered it empty. Either he find a River or tough it out untill he got to the city. Several hours more of walking or to pursue the sound of running water he heard not 20 minutes ago. Repacking his bag the lanky teen turned on his heels.

The air seemed to have gotten cooler as the sound of trickling water grew louder. Through some underbrush he was met with a sparkling river, his kicked off his boots and socks and shed his bag, he rolled up his long shorts as he splashed into the water with a yelp. It was cold! Rolling up his sleeves he examined the water, it was running quite fast and it looked clean to him. Besides he had learned at a young age he had quite the immune system. He dipped his canteen into the water before dunking his face in and taking long greedy drinks. He came up sputtering, with his shirt soaked. "Ah not smart!" he cried. only to turn back for shore, what he saw when he began to turn startled him so much he slid on the smooth face of one of the river stones and fell back into the mid thigh high waters.

It was a ghost, a woman all white! Now just white clothing but literally all white!

[Mimt]

Emma heard something make contact with the water, but paid no attention to it. She was lost in her own thoughts, constantly trying to recall what her home world was like and if she'd ever see it again. She sensed some tension in the air and immediately looked up to see a man who made eye contact with her. Much to her astonishment, the man slipped and fell into the water. She sat there with hesitation, wondering what she had done to startle him. She stood up and walked over to him, her skin appearing unaffected by the water. She stood over him, looking down at him with puzzlement. She did not say a word. She was simply assessing his well-being. She kept her distance from him, hoping that he wouldn't actually need her help to stand. Her pale skin and hair reflecting the now fully exposed sunlight with a pearl-like glow.

[Darling Drama]

Name: Gondrek Baird
Age: 27
Race: Human
Bio: Gondrek became a Mercenary not out of necessity, but because he wanted his name to travel the realm. Known as the 'Butcher of Caprile' and the 'Snake of Talins', Gondrek's brutal nature on the battlefield and fierce loyalty to the almighty coin keeps him a slippery target. He is requested by commoners and Kings alike to fight under their banner, bring them justice or rid them of a eyesore--but keep in a mind, a Mercenary's only master is gold, and if you cannot be sure that you can offer him more than your enemy can provide, you best rethink asking him for help.
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[II Sinn II]

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" The Marked Elf of Black Water "
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My Dream Girl Don't ExistXoxo DJ oxoX
Xoxo DJ Broken oxoXAt The Age of Five
Xoxo DJ Broken oxoXoxoxShe Slit Her Wrists

Something about the sunlight always seemed to irritate the elf. As he stepped out into the clearing he could feel his body becoming heavy. His pale skin didn't fare well against the intense rays, so he stepped back into the shade of the trees. It seemed as though he was physically weaker in the sunlight. He sighed, his turquoise orbs scanning the tree line as his ears twitched at the sound of running water. Without another moment of thought his body turned and headed towards the sound. What he found wasn't a river but what appeared to be the very end of it that led out into a small lake. The elf kicked the water at the shore, almost shivering with delight at the cool temperature. With that his clothes were shed and left neatly on the shore. His tall, muscular form sank into the water slowly before diving below. He came up a few feet from shore and brushed his raven hair from his face, slicking it back with his hand. Looking up he noticed the trees that surrounded the lake hung pretty far over it, scattering leaves along the water's surface. He was amazed at how perfect everything seemed, and that he was the only one here to enjoy it. That was by no means a complaint. He relished the thought of there being not another living creature for miles around. Even if it wasn't the case, he'd enjoy the ignorance while it lasted. The elf swam back to the shore, pressing his back into the edge of the lake and resting his arms up on the dirt and grass next to his clothes. He tilted his head back and let the shade of the trees breath cold air against his wet skin.

She Didn't Think I'd Be Hanging AroundXoxo DJ oxoX
Xoxo DJ Broken oxoXSo Her Parents Buried Her
XoxoDJ BrokIn The Ground

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[Fluffin Levi]

Name :: Orion Kirkham
Occupation :: full time assassin and vagabond, part time horse tamer.
Age :: Twenty-six
Race :: Magical Human
Abilities/skills ::
[Assassin] Being an assassin, Orion is skilled in the art of stealth and quick strike. He's familiar with a ride range of blades from daggers to massive swords. He's also quick about his appearance, easily changing it if need be, but still respects the body his heavenly creator gave him. That being said, he's rather skilled at expressing certain expressions and changing persona. He's a shadow, and he likes to stay that way.
[Horses] Orion has a natural tendency to care for any horse that comes his way. This started his part time job as a horse tamer, accepting any request that ranges from short term care taker, to a trainer to break the horses. That being said, although he's not perfect at reading their expressions and what they want, he's close enough to ride most horses. But none so favor and tolerate him more than his own horse, Arsiel. Black in color, with a white nose and strip going past the forehead, Arsiel's white powdered legs and lean muscles absolutely charm his rider no matter the attitude he gives.
[Magic] Orion has the ability over ice crystal magic. With magic circles and flashy chants and casts, he's able to bend the will of his element without much hesitation. The drawback for such magic is the energy spent, and the amount of oxygen in the air needed to create the substance. With enough use, the ground could quickly feel like the top of the highest mountain if Orion expels enough of the crystal. On one certain spell, Orion also has the ability to summon a weapon from the crystal, as if the ice crystal was a different dimension, allowing him to quickly reach in and pluck a weapon of choice.

He can also use basic magic, which is magic in its raw form. If he concentrated enough, that magic can enhance his speed and reaction time.
Gender :: Male
Preference :: Acceptance of both men and women.
Relationships ::

______Family Relations_____
Father :: Lost Contact
Stepmother :: Deceased
Mother :: Lost Contact

______Work Relations______
(Clients go here)

______Others_____________
(friends/lovers/acquaintances go here)
Kaspar :: is a baby phoenix who's flashy feathers and sharp tongue keep Orion in check. He's a companion to the noble's son and often the strategist and counsel to the boy.

Bio ::
Status was everything. Power was indeed a momentary flash of passion. Power and status: Orion knew none of these words as a young child. Growing up in a small village, he was happy and content with his mother and father, ignorant to their marriage problems raging between themselves. This false happiness finally ended when he was eight, when his mother packed up her things and left, angrily cursing the world and at his father. Orion contemplated this as he continued his life. He hadn't been aware of something so important, and that caused the misfortunes of his parent's happiness; surely, that is the reason! His father noticed Orion's gloom and began to panic, after all, he had only his son to look forward to after a long day's work in the mines. In a years time, his father proclaimed that he was to be married to a nice noblewoman who would be able to care for Orion and become an important figure in his life.

The wedding was held in the autumn under the big, scarlet trees. The woman's name was Abelinda, a beautiful slender woman with glimmering obsidian hair and keen gold eyes. Her skin was pale and fair, with all the bridesmaid silently glaring at the noblewoman's back. Indeed, even Orion wondered how his father came to know this wealthy and fairy like woman. The wedding was sweet and short. The banquet afterwards was a memory Orion wished to treasure forever, but that was before he truly understood Abelinda's personality, and the cost his father went through to assure Orion's happiness.

Abelinda lived in a glorious establishment called Whitewood accompanied with fairy tale white horses and disposable maids and butlers. His father soon became and acted the part of a nobleman, and Orion was required to do the same. Abelinda hired a private tutor that taught Orion etiquette, multiple subjects, horse riding, fencing, swimming, dancing, and everything and nothing at the same time that he had no time to play or make friends with the other children. Whenever his father was out on business, Abelinda would do a 360 and become the most vicious viper he had ever laid eyes on. He soon found her golden eyes horrifying, and her sweet voice soaked in poison. He had to be the figure of a perfect prince, more perfect than any royal. Whenever they were invited to a noble party, Orion would appear as the son any noble mother would want: Charming, proper, and well behaved, that masked his abused mentally and physical well being by the new hand that fed him.

As charming, proper, and well behaved he was, Orion felt extremely anxious and confused. His father had to attend an increasing amount of business trips in the next kingdom, and Abelinda was becoming more irritable with the growing boy. By the time he was eighteen, Abelinda grew ever colder to him, always with the whip when his father was away on days on end. He had reached the peak of his studies as far as the tutor knew, and he finally had time to be on his own. Yet the noblewoman watched him like a hawk and held him back from joining the other socially inclined boys and girls. He could only watch, and he'd had enough.

Orion ran away, riding his favorite horse past the frantic butlers and maids. He'd get out if it was the last thing he did, but out of nowhere, an arrow grazed into his shoulder and tipped him off the horse. The archer was no one else but his stepmother, stopping gracefully upon her white horse. She uncoiled that blasted whip and snapped it in front of his face. Of course, she wouldn't dare to harm his face; it was his face that gave her a wonderful reputation. The Charming of the Whitewood estate, the well rounded student of the genius tutor only available to the most potential, and the puppet of the striking Abelinda. Orion quickly rolled onto his feet, attempting to run away from the frightening woman, but she snapped at his leg, and he fell once more. A glistening object, a dagger from his fallen bag, lay before his face, so he grabbed it and got onto his feet once more. He was horrified by a darkening, cold grasp that quickly enveloped his heart. Crystal fragments glistened across the browning scenery. How terrifying it felt, but oh, how it felt justice.

He fled, back onto his horse, away from the strikingly beautiful noblewoman who lay still under the scarlet trees. It was autumn again, and life had already began to collect it's harvest.

Orion fell into hiding. He felt shameful to return to Whitewood estate ever again, to see the horrified look on his father's face. His father was a fool to fall under her spell, but not ignorant to put the puzzle together. Orion fell into the pool of lady luck, sometimes finding jobs to afford food in his stomach, and warm clothes on his back. More than often, he was forced to only finding one job, and that was tracking and hunting: Assassination. The only job that kept reappearing became his daily life. With all of the basic fighting he learned from the tutor, he expanded on as he survived each mission and each irritated client.

Additional Info :: Orion's natural eye color is blue, but due to past issues, his eyes glint gold when using his magic. His heart is quickly turning black on excess use of his abilities, often resulting in black outs that not only have the ability to knock him unconscious, but take over his mind and body.

Word From the Creator :: Y'all don't have to read all this. This is just for my personal preference, but if you did... I congratulate and thank you. C: I'll post with Orion soon, I just wanted to get this out ~ I look forward to roleplaying with you all.

[apong]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx LYLE VILLIER
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSeeking young wanderer

His buggy orange eyes stood out against the purple hue the bags under his eyes had. He shook his blonde hair from his eyes and gaped up at the spector standing over her. In a sopping mess he scrambled back clumsily. He watched his canteen get swept off down the river. "Don't come any closer!" he said, bearing his sharp teeth. He knew you couldn't bite ghosts but he could try. "I-if this is your river than... than I'll leave. I'm sorry for drinking from it." he added, noticing that she wasn't wet at all and assumed she must of been bound to this river or area or something. Either way he could almost conclude that she was a ghost!

(( Oooh Fluffin Levi! I've seen you around! :3 I skimmed OTL)

[Darling Drama]

❛ Don't Push me... x

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XXXXXXXXxxxxxxxxxxxXX It's a long way down from here..."

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♛ The sun felt nice.

It had been a grueling four day ride from Caprile to the little forest he were passing through now, and the six foot four mercenary was damn weather beaten and worn from his journey. He swayed in the saddle of his mount, a kind spirited white and brown speckled mare who snorted her disdain for the rocky terrain; Gondrek patted her neck affectionately with one hand and reached into the attached satchel with the other to retrieve a small square of sugar. The beast loved the stuff, and he always made sure to calm her nerves with one when she became restless on long journeys. He had left Friendly in charge of the Thousand Swords back in the newly ransacked city as added protection and to claim it as their home base for further missions, Gondrek trekking out alone to find work in the town past the forest.

He could hear the sudden murmur of the local wildlife suddenly stirring as he passed through the worn game track, and if he knew any better--which he surely did--that meant that there should be a watering hole somewhere in the vicinity. And what good fortune it were, too, seeing as he had given the last of his canteens contents to his horse a good hour ago. He eased his horse to a halt and jumped from the saddle smoothly, hitching her reigns to a low hanging branch so she wouldn't wander too far. He affectionately stoked her nose before turning to explore the lake, long legs clearing brush and brambles that reached out to snag his clothing in his wake.

Voices.

His hand shot to the thick string around his neck and shoulders, a long simple bow he had fashioned himself when he were a boy, and reached at his hip for an arrow. He knocked his weapon, aiming down at his feet so as not to make a hasty move save the owners of the voices were friendly--or at the very least, a beautiful woman. It took him little time to reach the lakes shore and he paused at the shadow of an old gnarled tree to make a head count. There seemed to be one man bathing apart from a small group of two on the other side, one female and the other a rather flustered looking male.

"Aye~" He called out to the female, arrow knocked and aimed for the blonde man still in the water. "Are ye hurt, lass?"

The woman looked as though she held very little valuables on her...glowing... person, therefore asking is she needed to hire him seemed to be out of the question. The blonde fellow looked right harmless as well, a sodden pale bag of bones who looked more fearful of the pale woman than embarrassed. Gondrek wondered if he had asked the wrong person if they needed help. He would have laughed had he not thought he could make some kind of money off of either one of them.








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"You can take this heart and you can dial down that
XXXXXXXXXXYou could play these cards or you could deal em right back
XXXXXxxxXBut why do we make this hard
When it doesn’t have to be?"

[Mimt]

Emma had no problem with heeding his command not to come any closer. What an odd male this was, cowering over her petite presence. Perhaps he was hurt by a person's touch as well? She glanced in the direction of a deep voice calling out to her. Her eyes gleaned in the direction of the man. Without a response, she simply swam to the opposite bank of the river. She stood, the water having left her completely dry. She ran silently with the current of the river. The mouth of the river fed into the lake nearby.

Once she was out of view, she felt relieved. However, she saw the man's canteen and immediately felt as if she had to return it to its rightful owner. She stepped into the water once again and grabbed the canteen. She she bent over to pick it up, she saw an elven man bathing in near the edge of the lake. She wanted to apologize for ruining his solitude, but she also didn't want to bring attention to herself.

She simply went back to shore and walked back to the area of the river that she was at before. She spotted the man that she startled and approached him, making eye contact with the human with the arrows, hoping that he wasn't a threat. She simply held out the canteen to the flustered man, hoping to assure him that she wasn't whatever he thought she was.

[Fluffin Levi]

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♚_тhe horse tugged and tugged, huffing and grunting. Latched onto the hoop on the side of the saddle was an arm, lightly gripping onto the horse with little determination. A ball of fire zipped around the horse, stopping on the center of the saddle and looking over the edge to where a dark haired man was being dragged,

"Aw, come on! You're nothing but a pansy. You big baby! Baby Orion!" The ball of fire stopped moving altogether, its forming shaping into a small bird with fiery wings and a just as fiery attitude. The man named Orion stirred, only because the horse had dragged him across a bunch of not-so-comfortable tree roots. Using his other hand, he gripped the saddle and pulled himself onto his feet,

"Ugh, this is so exhausting!" Orion complained, heaving his swords into a better position on his waist and back. He walked next to the horse, following obediently to his natural navigator,

"You're telling me. Listening to your complaints made me age a few years! And what about Arsiel? He's been lugging you for the past twenty miles." The baby phoenix zipped around until he rested on Orion's shoulder, puffing his feathers. The fire didn't seem to bother the vagabond. Orion offered an apology to his horse, but the horse only grunted and moved forward. After a while, the fiery bird spoke up again, "That last job was rough on your body, though. You think you can make it to the next place?" Orion stayed quiet a for a moment, his blue eyes watching ahead,

"Yeah, I'm fine. But we need to stop at a river, I'm still dirty." Arsiel, the horse, suddenly picked up speed, gently galloping through the woods until he reached a clearing with a river carved through it, and a lake farther down, "Glorious creator!" Orion finally expressed his exhaustion, dropping onto his knees by the bank and splashing water all over his face and arms. The water that bounced off his skin came away in a dark color, washing away the evidence of his previous job. His horse came up next to him, dunking his muzzle into the water and taking large gulps of fresh water, careful not to get any of the blood water instead. After a moment of brief cleansing, Orion sat back and the baby phoenix appeared on his shoulder again,

"Yeah, fine my tail feathers." Orion looked up, noticing different presences around the river, but they all seemed to worry about their own things. One had gone farther down into the river, another seemed to be bathing. Orion was a little too far to disturb him, hopefully. Sitting back onto his rear, he brought his head down and rested his eyes, "Well, I didn't collapse, so I was fine." He murmured, looking back up and at the various people along the other sides. If he weren't so tired, he'd have been very much social, going up to them and bothering them with a little chatting.

// Oh, aha, Hallo, apong.



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[II Sinn II]

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My Dream Girl Don't ExistXoxo DJ oxoX
Xoxo DJ Broken oxoXAt The Age of Five
Xoxo DJ Broken oxoXoxoxShe Slit Her Wrists

Desmond had nearly nodded off when something came spilling down the river and into the lake. He opened an eye just in time to see a woman bend over to retrieve a canteen. His other eye opened as he brought his head upright, but before he could react to her presence she made off with the canteen leaving him alone once again. How strange. Perhaps she hadn't intended on interacting with him at all which didn't bother him. It was then that he sniffed the air, grunting at the scent of humans. He wouldn't be having any of that. Desmond pressed his palms against the shore and pushed himself out of the water, crouching next to his clothes. He shook his head briefly before pushing his hair back out of his face. Still dripping wet the elf gathered his clothes and started walking into the trees. If there was a crowd forming up river than he wanted to be as far from there as possible. He didn't last over 800 years by being social, and more often than not the humans who traversed these woods weren't interested in it either.

It wasn't until Desmond found a large, flat rock that he stopped and began getting dressed. A simple combination of black pants, a grey worn out shirt and a coat fashioned form what appeared to be wolf hide. White fur lined the hood and parts of the coat's inside. Well, it might have been white at one time but it's age had faded it to a light grey. It was a warm day so he left the coat untied. His clothes probably appeared outdated but these are the clothes he's owned since his first day as a free elf. Wearing the same thing for over 600 years kind of made you attached and resistant to change. He cherished the little things that reminded him of before. Before the cult, before the tattoo on his back, before the curse. He ran his fingers through his damp hair before heading east. His home rested beneath the earth, specifically beneath an enormous oak that had once served as the entrance to the cult's hideout. He figured he'd remember that place better than all others. The scent of sweat, blood and guts that covered that cave made most people think twice before entering it. Desmond was raised on that smell and didn't mind it. It's actually one of the best ways of finding the damn hole. It's well hidden, so any creature with a keen sense of smell could pinpoint the opening that led into the caves. If one were so inclined to enter.

She Didn't Think I'd Be Hanging AroundXoxo DJ oxoX
Xoxo DJ Broken oxoXSo Her Parents Buried Her
XoxoDJ BrokIn The Ground

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[apong]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx LYLE VILLIER
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSeeking young wanderer

She was so unmoving, unreadable, so un-natural. If surviving on his own had taught the yuong man anything it was not to underestimate anyone. She seemed to have kept her distance but the deep gruff male voice almost seemed to startle her...almost. He craned his head back, orange eyes on a man poising an arrow at the two of them.

For ******** sake. All he wanted was a drink of water!

And then the girl ran and vanished from sight, leaving him with the armed stranger. He got on all fours, sunken eye on the man through his bangs that stuck to his face. He opened his mouth to speak but slammed it shut. He wasn't sure what to say. It already sounded like the man would likely jump to the woman's aid than anything,so he might as well of had a target on his forehead.

That wasn't fair.For once in his short miserable life he'd like not to be pegged as the monster!

He heard the splashes of water to find the woman returning, toting his canteen, he raised himself so that he would be on his knees and gingerly took the canteen from her hands,grazing her icy finger on accident. "Thank you. He told her before getting to his feet. "No harm done here sir!" he called out with much more composure.


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