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Post by Duanne Walers on Oct 24, 2009 22:42:56 GMT -5
"Fer fucks sake, I gotta learn to watch what I bring..."The sound of a young girl muttering to herself filled the tranquility of beautiful meadow. She feet slowly shuffled accross the dirt road, upon her back was an overly stuffed knap-sack. Her patch-work cloak would constantly tangle her legs, causing her to stop every five minutes or so and untangle the mess around her legs. After the fifthteen or sixteenth time, the girl, in simple words, flipped out. She threw her knap-sack onto the ground and began to cut the long cloak around her legs with one of the five daggers that were hanging so carelessly around her waist. After the small hissy-fit, the young girl laid down onto the grass, swearing under her breath. "I knew I shouldn't bought this piece o' crap, it's worthless." She sighed and turned her head, the sun was high in the sky, probably around 12-ish, that meant it would at the rate she was going, it'd be around 2 AM when she'd reach the nearest. That's a long walk. The girl lifted herself off the ground, poked at her bag making sure none of the items inside it broke, and continued along road, praying to herself that hopefully someone'll have a cart or SOMETHING that moves faster than legs to help her. Hopefully. ((sorry that this is a load of stupid, I haven't been RPing in a while, so bare with me! ^^ )
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Post by alexanderthegreat on Oct 25, 2009 13:50:11 GMT -5
((Not at all =D Happy to have you, hopefully you'll have fun!))
"Help" was....not too far away, luckily?
Only less than a kilometre down the road came walking a benevolent-looking fox-like beast. The graceful creature shone beautifully in Santo-Luce's sunlight as she made her way down the road. Those native to Santo-Luce would have recognized the beast as one of King Alexander's "pets", or at least would have thought so when they saw the Santo-Luce emblem patched in her fur on her right side.
She came to a short stop, though, her ears perking up as the presence of someone else drew near. The fox tilted her head to the side and watched an enraged Duanne cut at her cloak. The woman looked distressed.
And if she knew anything, she knew that her master would have wanted to help the woman--especially because she was a woman. With a flick of her tail, Foxy bolted towards the woman, slowing her pace as she got closer as to hopefully not startle her. She made an odd, high-pitched cooing sound as she stepped towards her.
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