The Knights of Rhodernia [Semi-Lit+Fantasy] CLOSED

[classi]

(( Hmmm, something crazy...
How about two giant bears attack all of the humans who are traveling? ))

[Hobbit]

{They could discover Hunter? That's totally up to Mayia though.}

[Mayiamaru]

(I'm actually waiting for a situation like that XD The only way that anyone would find Hunter is if they walk in on Mayia and him while they are having their little moments, or if they actually get out of his sense range long enough to get close to him. Other than that, I plan on letting Hunter come forth if anyone in the group was to gain Mayia's trust.)

[Symphonia]

((It seems to me that Clara would fit that description perfectly of randomly walking in on something she's not supposed to see :3))

[Mayiamaru]

(Well two chances passed I'm pretty sure that Daeron was close to discovering Hunter the first time, but he was just close XP)

[Moved </3 D:]

( I posted something.....and my computer deleted it. So I have to type it over. Don't worry...it's coming soon! )

[Hobbit]

{Well then, here goes}
Daeron stood next to the door of the stable, wondering where all the other members of the guild were. In fact, he couldn't even remember all their names. That was bad, wasn't it? A guild, and yet it seemed as if each acted alone. Somehow, someone needed to bring unity to the group. Someone other than him, of course. A sharp, mocking laugh escaped his lips. It always had to be someone else first, didn't it? No wonder there was no unity in them. Well, he still didn't like the idea of sharing his life with strangers, no matter what bond they shared.

He glanced up, hearing Mayia's cold voice, but her words was lost. In the corner, behind a bale of hay, a shadow moved, ever so slightly. Daeron slowly pulled his whip off his shoulder, and advanced quietly. "Everyone be on guard, something, or someone is here with us." He muttered. The whip lay in his hands, ready for action. Almost caressingly, he felt the tip, the strong braided cord, the handle. He stepped closer, near Mayia now.

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia blinked as Daeron stepped closer. She followed his gase to a near by hay bail... It wasn't just any hay bail. Hunter was hiding in it! In slight panic, Mayia took hold of Daeron's sleeve, looking up at him with hardened eyes, just a twinge of vulnerablilty swirling with the tension. "D-Don't be silly. It should just be a mouse or something." She said, just speaking off the top of her head. She couldn't feel Hunter's eyes on her anymore, which definitely meant that Daeron must have been interesting him.

Mayia continued to think of some way to pull Daeron's attention from Hunter's hiding place, thinking while she just looked up at Daeron. "Shouldn't we be finding the others?... I-I mean... really. It's not that big a deal on what in this stable... right?" Mayia was in a panicked mode. Hunter wanted to go to her side, but revealing himself now would jepordize every protection plan he had for Mayia. He just couldn't let that happen, so he remained true to his instincts and laid in wait.

[classi]

(( Hola!
I have finals tomorrow, and on Tuesday and Wednsday. Wish me luck! I'll need to study extra, so don't expect to much from me.
Thanks.
- Vix ))

Vethro leaned his head against the stable door, relishing in it's ability to carry sounds to his ears. He squinted his eyes as if trying to hear and see the conversation better.
Mayia was obviously panicked. Daeron was curious. And him? Vethro? Vethro wanted to know what was going on. He had heard the quiet shifting near the bale of hay. It was no mouse. Mice did not produce such a large rustling - while other animals did.
What was Mayia hiding? Vethro shrugged, biting back a sharp retort that rose in his throat. He almost flung the splintered door open, but resisted. Instead, with forced patience, he strained his senses, trying to pick up stray remnants of the conversation.

[Hobbit]

"Mayia...?" Daeron took another step, pulling his sleeve from her grasp. "That's no mouse. Don't you remeber what happened to Vethro?"He hissed, quickly ducking into the stall nearest the bale, keeping behind something as much as possible. He motioned for the others to take cover as well, to be prepared for a sudden, brutal attack. For a moment, he waited.

There was a slight noise outside. More mercenaries? What a wonderful way to die, trapped in a stable... He thought sarcasticaly, then rushed towards the shadow.

{I would say Daeron's been watching too many movies if I could...I guess he's a teenage boy, always trying to show off?}