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 Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 4:32 pm
Sally roamed the plains, with no particular place to be. She found the shade of a tree and plopped down below it, contemplating her life. She mainly considered her future, and a little about the present. Every now and then she would feel memories of the past creeping to the forefront of her mind, but quickly repressed them. In the midst of her quite time, she heard rustling in the tall grass behind her. She was on her feet and in defense mode in a second. She held her head cautiously and her ears were flat. The sent was that of another helix.
"Who's there?!" She called intimidating.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 7:32 pm
Vanguardian's eye caught movement at her left and she turned. Her nose told her it was another helix, which meant company. She'd come a long way from wandering orphan who evaded adults into a traveling singer with a practiced voice and prose. "Who's there?" she heard.
As reckless as only she could be, she emerged from the shadows. She wasn't trying to hide, she never did. But her midnight coat always betrayed her. Even in broad daylight, she was always mistaken for just a shadow.
"I'm Vanguardian," she called, immediatly cutting to the point. "A traveler from the Lone Wolf's domain." She tended to refer to the territories by their leaders or their gods, it suited her manner and her songs better.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 7:49 pm
Sally took a step back. "Why were you stalking me?!" She asked, eyeing the strange, dark helix cautiously. She studied her carefully. She seemed honest enough... but was anyone really trustworthy? She relaxed a bit, but stayed on guard, waiting for her excuse.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 11:41 am
Was she stalking? She didn't know. "I wasn't stalking," she stated. If you don't mean to do something, then you probably weren't doing it in h=the first place. Her logic was absolute fail, and probably wouldn't save her if the other decided she was lying and a threat, but she was naive this way. "I'm a traveler," which was unnecessary, because she'd already said as much. "A singer," she also somehow felt inclined to add. She never made much of a good impression, but could befriend anyone in time.
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