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Isole used the cover of darkness to his advantage as he quickly slipped beneath the barbed wire gate of his prison. He ran the length of the barren ground of the Fire Kingdom for as long as he could before slowing and taking in what he could of his surroundings.
He could see the faint glow of the Light Kingdom to the North and used this as a guide. He shivered and pulled the warm but light wool blanket that he stole from his bed further around his shoulders. The only chance he had was to get to the Kingdom of Death. The mere thought of that dreary dark place made him shiver, but this was the first time in his life that he'd been so close to freedom.
He'd recently heard talk of being sold again soon, further back into the territory of the Fire Kingdom. He had to get out, and couldn't pass up this chance. As he figured it, the little strip of the Kingdom of Earth was too far behind him and the Kingdom of Light was an alliance of the Kingdom of Fire, so the Kingdom of Death was his best chance for survival.

Isole started up at a run again, keeping the Glow of the Kingdom of Light fairly to his north and running west, further into the deep dark cover of night. The darker it got the better though, It would give him better cover and it'd mean that he was closer to some form of sanctuary as well. As he kept himself at a slow run the doubt of even being able to go through with this crossed his mind again.
Why did he even run? Slavery wasn't the life he wanted but it was the only life he knew. And what would happen once he did get to the Kingdom of Darkness, and somehow managed to find his way home? He was never anyone important in his previous life, or he wouldn't have been so easily taken into slavery with no one to search for him. He'd be nothing more than a beggar on the street, at the most a maid or perhaps a servant for some middle class family. Was that any different from what he had now?
"Of course it is." He reminded himself sternly and forced the doubtful thoughts out of his head, deciding to just concentrate on keeping himself moving. It wouldn't matter either way if he were caught and killed...

((I expect to be rping alone for awhile, so no worries, don't anyone rush into creating a new char just yet. I'm just gonna try and get the basic feeling of Etta here and I'll eventually migrate him into... something...))

((@3D: I put Jillian up. =o But I'm confused. Is he going to the Kingdom of Death or Darkness?

On a non-related note, here's my anagram for remembering the Kingdoms:
FIDDLES
Fire Ice Darkness Death Light Eearth Storms))

He looked at Dyami, seeming concerned. "Are you alight...?" he asked.

"Yea...just um..allergies," he lied. Dyami knew it was stupid lie, almost no one had allergies to plants in the Kingdom of Earth. "Come on, let's get going," He lead Aoi toward the gates to the outside.

Dyami smiled, he obviously was in no league with the man that stood before him. He cared very much for him. He assured himself Aoi will be ok, he turned around, and walked away from the two, without saying goodbye. He felt it'd be best that way.

The sun was starting to come up and Isole's feet were screaming at him. He knew his master would be sending out a search party for him just about now and just as he'd calculated which way would make the safest escape they'd be only a few steps behind, and catching up fast.
He started off at a run again, the blanket tied around his waist tightly. The Kingdom of Darkness was close now. He could make it by nightfall again if he kept at a run, but though he tried his best to make his legs move faster he was exhausted.
He sat after awhile and slipped his feet out of his old shoes and tore the fabric from the hem of the dresslike slothing her wore. He ripped it into strips and wrapped his feet, then slipped his shoes on again and started off. It was gonna be hot today again, as it always was.

Isole blinked up at the big dark clouds looming overhead as he crossed the border ito the Kingdom of Death. He wrung his hands and took a look back towards the Kingdom of Fire.
"I made it..." He murmured and wandered around, a bit lost now. He could see the castle ahead and vaugely wondered if he should head over that way. It seemed a good place to start but if he were found out... The Kingdom of Death never chose sides and what if they turned him in?
He sat down in an alley and drew his knees up, dropped his head into his arms and cried. He didn't want to go home now. There really was nothing there for him and he just wanted to be... warm. He wiped his eyes and sniffed, then leaned back against the wall and finally fell asleep.

((The emo crew...sorry had to say it. xd ))