(new players welcome to join) The Lies of Sayark's Past •~○~●~○~• Fantasy RP

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Ariel91 said:
((Sure, I have time :D))
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(Ok, I'll just jump in and hope I get it right X3)

Rosemary slipped out of her house quietly. She slowly shut the door, so as to not wake her sleeping mother. The door closed with only a slight creak, and she let out a small sight of relief. Rose immediately turned around and started walking quickly down the narrow dusty road- heading for town. She had her second best dress on, a finely cut green one that complemented her figure just about perfectly. Her mother had made it for her only a few months ago, having scraped up enough money to buy the material. Thinking of Roses family made her want to just run off and never return, her mother had been sick in bed for a week now. Rosemary shoved the thought aside though- she was going to town, then the forest. Everything would be fine
 
((I'm not an RP overlord, lol, so as long as you're having fun you're doing it right. :D))

Kaydar felt the air rushing up to meet him, knew that the people below did not hear him. Knew that they would never see him coming. But that is when he saw her, her bright green eyes meeting his. He stopped short in mid air, his wings keeping him aloft as though he was treading water. It was a Wildling, something he thought he would never see again. His breath caught in his throat and he pivoted in the air, flying over the forest so quickly that the wind roared against him. Others would see him, flying so low and so quickly. But he did not care, those eyes burned in his mind, burned like fire.


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Gar took Tollia's hand, gently drawing her down off of the crate that she was standing on. She looked at him, dazed, her hand still gripping the dagger at her side. He gripped her arm and nodded to their little band, guiding his closest friend away. "It is alright, Tollia, it was nothing. Just a bird, you are alright." She shook her head but did not argue, her mind was far from him, slipping into the terrors that plagued her dreams. She trembled beneath his hand and he gripped all the tighter, ducking into an open doorway of a seemingly abandoned shop.
 
Silver Bantam said:
(Ok :p)

Rosemary reached the town center after about 10 minutes of walking, and stepped into the crowd of people gathered around the stalls. Someone bumped the small canvas bag of money she was carrying, so she stepped back a bit

(Where abouts are your charries?)
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((Two streets away from the town center, where the old market place used to be. It's abandoned completely now, it's where the outcasts stay to avoid the eye of the "normal" folk))
 
Tollia felt her limbs trembling, the image of the Dragon eclipsing her mind. He was in her dreams, with his great golden wings and his sharp, ivory claws. Always pursuing her, chasing her across the land. She could feel Gar next to her and she reached for him, clinging to him blindly as the images flashed. She was weak, so weak. She was grateful; for him taking her away from the others, they would not understand. They could never understand. She was a Wildling, surely that was the answer. Surely that was why she was plagued by memories that were not her own, images that she had never seen. They would never see her the same again, would never look to her as they had. She continued to cling to Gar beneath the stripped awning that rimmed the abandoned shop. She could feel her heart slowing now, could feel the memories starting to ebb away like a mist. She looked up to Gar and offered him a weak smile of gratitude, still too deep in the throws of her episode to speak.
 
((Not really, just the dragon and the other two. You can make up some NPCs if you want, they have a band of friends but I haven't given them names or personalities yet. I figured someone else may want to play around with the band's images too. So I left them kind of generic. She's free to intrude on Tollia and Gar though if she wants though.))
 
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