*Gore and Blood* ---This is an rp based on the greek myth of achillies and troy--- Achillies stood, bent slightly over the ruins of Khoad, empire of the Tmu Desert. He knew a great battle had taken place here, thousand and thousands of years ago. Where he, had fought, bravely and boldly. He had helped destroy Khoad, it was mostly his fault. He had for the glory. He kept having visions, of him fighting. Why?. Was this a sign from the gods. Had he been reborn? Yes. Under a new time. Achillies, warrior of the gods lived on. He was still in the same shape he had been when he died. He was still the same age. And he still had the same cursed scar across his ankle, which burned with the rath of the underworld. He looked to his side. Ruins of the great temple, which once stood. Ruins of the statues of the gods, which he had beheaded. Ruins of his past, future and present. It wasn't all his fault. The others had been the ones who tricked the Khoadians into thier death. They killed them all, murdered them. Burned there city to the ground. He slumped over to one side, holding his sword tightly. Why had the gods reborn him? They armed him with his same weapons, before he had died. He closed his eyes, drifting off into a long sleep.
Patajs stoped on a dune over looking the ruins of battle, no look of shock over came her as she has seen many battle graves much like this scattered across the deserts. She walked down to the site looking for anything that might be useful to her when she spyed a pendragon sleeping alittle ways away. She stared for awhile then fearing he might awaken and discover an anubial dragon infront of him, she put her gray head cloth on her face covering her muzzle and tall ears. She kicked a rock at him to see if he would wake.
Achillies smiled. He hadn't seen a fem in months. The rock she kicked hit him dead in the face. He got up, noticing the startled look on her face. "Eh, what was the rock for?" he asked. He stuck out his hand, "Names Achillies, and you are?".
She stared at his hand trying to figure out what he wanted not able to figure out he wanted a hand shake she continued "What brings you here?" She said in an solem voice. Noticing he had no water or food she took her flask and offered it to him.
He smiled. "Why the gods sent me here, for I am older than this battle" he said. He smiled and took the canteen, taking a sip.
