Working Towards a Dream (REALLY NEEDS MEMBERS!!!!!!)

[Aireiya]

After a while, Lumina re-saddled her fox and mounted before following the nearest path, hoping that it led her to a town. "Sorry Avani, we'll be travelling till dusk, I'm guessing," she told her fox who looked back and nudged her leg before looking forward again, her padded feet barely making any sound, thanks to the grass.

((Where are all the other characters? Their locations, I mean.))

[Ruckus]

ooc: G'night. I think I'm going to hit it as well, and check back tomorrow.

bic: Sebastian kick off his thick boots and rubbed his feet, a look of pain lingering on his face. After all these years, he still hated traveling. He liked the bits that came after the traveling: the inns, the ale, the girls, the ale, the sparkling city lights, the ale, the ale... Lost in thought, he dipped his now naked toes into the water, licking his chapped lips and holding the leg of his pants out of the way of the cool liquid. It was nice, though. He's always liked having something to complain about, but it was nice, he had to admit, lounging about in forest areas, the smell of pine about him and the soft breeze lifting his hair up and around his head.

Indecisive as he was, he did know one thing: his left pinkie toe had become completely numb, and if he didn't warm it back up it would fall off. Shoving his feet back into his shoes, he stood and brushed off his barely-dirty silk clothes. For a wandering man, he kept clean. A speck of dirt appearing on his clothes was a sign of the devil himself, and not tolerated at all.

Another thing he was sure of was that he ought to get to the next town soon or he was going to faint. But, as his mother had said, 'the hungrier you are, the better your food will taste.' He had never believed that. He had always believed firmly that food was to be had the instant one was hungry, and it was long past that time. Giving the air one final sniff, he set off, rearranging his person as he want so his clothes lay flat on is person and the satchel he wore was snug on his shoulder.

Without so much as a glance over his shoulder, he brushed past the last few tree branches onto the cobbled path leading into town, his smile already in place as the scent of pork pie and the warm glow of candles set in windows to banish the coming dark set in. The sky was already fading from apricot yellow to deep violet. He hop-stepped down the street, hands in pockets.

[Pandora Gaskarth]

Name: Kayla
Age:17
Gender:Female
Hometown: Hal'rath
Appearance:
Fox:Not yet, she hopes to buy a red fox named Hallie
Weapons: Bow and Arrow
Personal Items: A heart necklace-half of the heart is missing; her real parents have the other half- and a small whistle that her father used to use to train foxes.
History:
Kayla was born into the world and abandoned due to her parents inability to care for her after two years. In her first year, she was pretty much raised by the foxes her father kept- he was a staden keeper. Then, in her second year, she was left on another grieving family’s-who had just lost their daughter the same age as Kayla at the time- doorstep with a half heart necklace and a whistle. She was taken in and cherished by the staden keeper family-just like her family. But then tragedy struck and her loving family died except her dying stepfather when she was 15 because of a crime her stepfather had not committed. She trained the foxes and sold them, but before she left home for the journey, her stepfather died, and the house and foxes and all objects- except for those she needed on the journey along with a few golden coins- were taken away as punishment for her stepfathers crime. Kayla left home without a fox, but she intends to buy one when she is in the nearest village.
Dream future: Fox raiser
Job: none yet- is using the money her stepfather gave her; 20 coins(all their life savings)
Other: Angry Ninjas!

[Tam]

((Accepted, I'll add you to the list in the morning. Thanks for joining.))

[Pandora Gaskarth]

((:) ))
Kayla trudged away from the small flames that ate away the remanents of her home of 15 years. So much had happened since then. She wished she had a fox, some company for the road, and maybe soon she would. She would buy a red one, and name it Hallie. She would train it well and one day raise its litter, until she became a fox raiser. Kayla ran through the trees, faster and faster until she fell to the ground with a heavy thud. The tree root behind her had tripped her. kayla limped, with a twisted ankle, further and further away from the fire she had began. It would burn her bad memories as well as good, but it was a sacrifice she'd willingly take.

[AnbuBlackShinobi]

{{ Epic fail post. XD

"Where does it hurt?"
* headdesk *}}

"My question first! What happened?! Who did this?!" He sounded genuinely worried, and by seeing her pick up the sword and let it clatter back to the ground, he knew he was right in the fact he probably shouldn't touch her. She looked bad - but he also knew she was one of the best fighters he had seen so far, so who would have gotten close enough to land these punches? He shuddered. Maybe he didn't want to know. The Prince suddenly looked up as Alvek rubbed against his shoulder with wide-eyes. "Right!" Dalin gasped and looked at Ellewin. "Don't move." Even though he knew it was practically impossible for her right now.

Slowly, he got to his feet and went to the pack on the saddle, rummaging through and pulling out a wooden box. Inside were all his new medical supplies. It might possibly just be enough to help her. He closed the pack and turned to crouch back at her side. "Ellewin, where does it hurt?" He asked, hoping she gave an honest answer. In cases like these, some people could be rather sarcastic, and some may fake where it hurt to make them appear less hurt. And from what little he learned in the castle about treating wounds - and those lessens had been cut short by the order of his Father who said it was unprince-like to know that stuff - lying to the doctor never got anyone anywhere.

{{ Can we time-skip to after he's wrapped some wounds or something? XDD I honestly have no knowledge at all about treating anything, though I go hiking a lot... X3 If you have any knowledge, feel free to god-mod for a bit. It would help. XD }}

[Ruckus]

ooc; Vampiric_Werewolf, since we're both new in this roleplay, do you want me to backtrack a little and have Sebastian meet Kayla in the forest instead? I don't mind changing my intro to him giving her a hand with that twisted ankle.

[Pandora Gaskarth]

((yes please))

[Ruckus]

ooc; Changed the second half of my intro.

Sebastian kick off his thick boots and rubbed his feet, a look of pain lingering on his face. After all these years, he still hated traveling. He liked the bits that came after the traveling: the inns, the ale, the girls, the ale, the sparkling city lights, the ale, the ale... Lost in thought, he dipped his now naked toes into the water, licking his chapped lips and holding the leg of his pants out of the way of the cool liquid. It was nice, though. He's always liked having something to complain about, but it was nice, he had to admit, lounging about in forest areas, the smell of pine about him and the soft breeze lifting his hair up and around his head.

Indecisive as he was, he did know one thing: his left pinkie toe had become completely numb, and if he didn't warm it back up it would fall off. Shoving his feet back into his shoes, he stood and brushed off his barely-dirty silk clothes. For a wandering man, he kept clean. A speck of dirt appearing on his clothes was a sign of the devil himself, and not tolerated at all.

Another thing he was sure of was that he ought to get to the next town soon or he was going to faint. But, as his mother had said, 'the hungrier you are, the better your food will taste.' He had never believed that. He had always believed firmly that food was to be had the instant one was hungry, and it was long past that time. Giving the air one final sniff, he stopped and groaned. Something close by was burning, and he knew he ought to go see what it was.

He could always leave it, he thought. Or he could be noble and go look to see what had happened, and if he could help in any way. Maybe it would earn him a free drink. Or dinner. With thoughts of dinner in his head, he adjusted his satchel and set off, with his nose leading him closer and closer to the smokey smell of burning wood. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he went, whistling loudly until he heard a shifting sound, something substantial being pulled through underbrush.

"Hello?" he called, sincerely hoping it wasn't a murderer dragging a dead person behind them. He almost laughed nervously at this thought, but managed to turn it into a quiet hiccup instead.

[Pandora Gaskarth]

Kayla groaned in pain and looked up at the man. "Hi" She moaned. Tears streaked down her face as she looked back at what had once been. She looked up at the man again and forced a weak smile. The tips of her large lips were almost open, and the salty tang of tears sat on her tongue as the tears fell into her mouth. Kayla pulled a face of displeasure at the taste and grabbed a small handful or grain she had grabbed from the house before it was set alight. She stuffed one half in her mouth and suspiciously glared at the man. "Who are you? Are you going to help me or not?!" She snapped through a full mouth of grain. When he was trusted, he would get his share of grain.