<span style='color:orange'><span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Welcome to the RP. ^^ Oh, because you're a newbie, anything OOC will be put at the bottom, okay? And no posts of just OOCness. Date: 23rd Tessera. Location: Pwa Desert. Time: Day. My Character(s): Llina Nellas.</td></tr></table> </span> <span style='color:red'>The sun of this desert was unbearable. It licked this 'dragon's burgundy fur, the heat building up inside their still fram. Strands of ochre hair clung to their forehead. A sweep of a paw did little to relieve this feeling. Light danced in this anthropomorphic one's oculi. As they looked forward towards the midday, a chance breeze refreshed them and a smile crept over their feminine canine features. This female wasn't lost. If she was lost, her panic button would be on high alert. She enjoying the independence of hiking alone, but was never the first of her family to jump into danger. That break from her job was certainly worth all that overtime. Now she could take a week off to enjoy the sights. After this, she was going to set her doe eyes on Aurius...the 'gold' city. It was certainly more refreshing than Watani. She paused and took a moment to scan her surroundings. Tugging out a map from her little backpack, she scratched her head and attempted to make sense of it. She never was very good at travelling like this. "Hmm...I'll just have to find my own way there..."</span> <span style='color:orange'><span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Well, now it's over to you, Jess.</td></tr></table> </span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td><span style='color:blue'>My characters: Sreia</span></td></tr></table> <span style='color:purple'>With ears perked up, the lone Anubi was sitting cross legged outside her cave. Instead of living like the others of her spiecies some meters away did, this one prefered a cold opening on a old and forgotten ruin. The others didn't knew why she had picked that, they only knew that she was a loner. Her eyes were open, but a silvery layer was covering some of her sight. Gripping her black staff with both of her clawed paws, she stood up in the tall two meters. But when her overgrown backlegs made her taller, they also made her faster, and she growled out at something far off in the distance. One ear twitched, and she turned her head against the direction she had picked up a sound wave. East. The Anubi only lowered her ears an inch in remembrance of the dead 'dragon she found in early age. Straightening up to her full height, black fur covered her body. Keeping her warm enough under the nights, and unknowingly, cool enough under the day. "Cpxodiaxc oxa hoikedi ud uyx iodq.." She hissed in her old language, clenching her claws around her staff. </span>
<span style='color:red'>The icy breeze sliced into this 'dragon's sleek form. Perhaps a tad of pyrokinesis would settle things...but she did not want to alert predators, and she was sure there would be something out in this arid desert, ready to pounce upon her and take whatever they found valuable. She knew of the Anubi, but did not understand their culture very well. The way she was sweating; she was sure they could smell her. And she was all alone, stuck in this vast grainy sea...</span> <span style='color:orange'><span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> I'm running out of ideas...sorry...</td></tr></table> </span>
<span style='color:purple'>Inhaling deaply, the Anubi snarled. The loner gave out a growl, clutching the staff as if leaning on it. She didn't want to alert her tribe, that strangers were on their land, but the creature was heading this way... She could hear it. Thought she could not see where it was, she could at least trust on her nose, and her ears. Letting off a huff, the Anubi shook her head, and went inside, in hope that the creature would at least walk by her cave. She prefered to be alone, not having a bunch of strangers running around her home. While walking past the walls, she touched it with her palm, dragging her hand along the stone. Her fingertips soon found the incarvations of an strange symbol. She held up for a moment, lowering her eyelids half the way. She shook her head, as if waking herself up, and continued down the dark corridore. This wasn't one of her spiecies ruins, this ruin was abit more modern, and the Anubi had been the first one to claim it as her own when her tribe had moved to the Pwa Desert. </span> <span style='color:blue'><span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Is okay XD </td></tr></table> </span>
<span style='color:red'>The Pendragon charged through the sands, her blood rife with panic. She was lost, and there was no one to help her. The least she could do was head for whatever cave she could reach before dark.</span>
<span style='color:purple'>Noting that she had made herself deep enough inside the ruins, the Anubi sat down on her heels, and closed her eyes. She thought back of the days when both of her parents had been in the village. She smiled at the memory of her Mother patting her lovingly on her head. When her Father had been the friend she could not have. And her brother, whom she did not knew very well. Her smile faded as she remembered both her Mother and Father waving goodbye to her, and leaving. Frowning, and opening her eyes, the Anubi snarled to herself, letting her heels glide to the floor, so she now sat with crossed legs. She leaned her staff beside her, and hugged herself. Maybe they would come back soon then she thought... With theese thoughts, the Anubi closed her eyes for the last time on the day. Or so she thought. </span>
<span style='color:red'>The light began to dim, and the Pendragon was wrought with fatigue. Even before the heat faded, a gale stormed through, pelting her with what felt like a cold, dead soul. She had nothing left, and collapsed onto the dunes...</span> <span style='color:orange'><span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>What are hunches? O.o</td></tr></table> </span>
<span style='color:purple'>She was floating at the brig of consciousness when her sensetive ears picked up the faint hearing of a thud. She could hear a sandstorm brewing up, but she could also hear the sounds of breathing. She huffed, probably thinking it was one of those children playing outside again. But then again, it was night. Children was not suppose to be outside. Shifting her backlegs and grasping her staff on her right, she heaved herself up, shaking off the dust that had settled on her black fur. Opening her eyelids, silver almost shone through the darkness, but was not able to see much. Another sensetive part of herself was the nose; the other thing that she guarded viciously from anyone knowing. Placing the staff in her jaws, she went on all fours, and kicked out with her backlegs, speeding through the labyrint of the ruin. She had memorized the black halls, and knew exactly where the exit was without being able to see much. She came to an halt, there was someone outside in the sandstorm. She growled to herself, thinking that whoever the idiot was, it was not going to leave without payment. She dropped her staff infront of her paws, and went out in the sanstorm, the sand not doing much towards her thick fur. She could barely hear anything in the wind, and sand kept on flying in her nose, making her sneeze once in the takymp. Being blind, deaf and unable to smell, she was as well as dead, by er point of view. She knew where the cave entrance was, but not where the 'idiot' was. Snarling for herself again, she closed her eyes, and reopened them. Finally she picked up the faint hearing of a body shifting, and she looked at her left. There it was. A 'dragon. She didn't need to hear or smell it, she could clearly see that it was one. Shaking her head, she grabbed the Pendragons tail, and dragged it towards the ruins. Swearing, she reached the entrance, and laid the 'dragon at the wall where the scripts were. </span>
<span style='color:red'>The duration between Llina's consciousness and unconsciousness was long, but perhaps the Anubi who had taken her in had more sense and courage, diving into the storm. The Pendragon's hair was tangled with sand and by the fierce winds outside. But for now she was safe, and dreaming, her limbs twitching a little as she sat up against the wall. "Time to wake up now..." A voice swam around her eardrum, through her neurons, and shuddered through her body... "WHA!" the adolescent anthropomorph cried out in shock, the amber set deep in her features finally taking in her surroundings cleary, not just blurred items. As she took a long look around, she noticed the Anubi. Ebony fur covered most of their form, with hints of silver just visible as the Ramathian's back face this Thill. "Erm...excuse me..." she began very nervously and softly, but halted her words as she coughed up some sand. If the Anubi couldn't hear her now, then there was something serious wrong with the creature. Llina had no idea how these Ramathians acted...</span>
<span style='color:purple'>The Anubi spun around and flickered with her eyes, trying to make out the shape of the 'dragon. Growling deep down her chest, she grabbed her staff and stood up, facing the 'dragon. The Anubi became silent, asif thinking, before clearing her throat. She shook her head rappidly, as if to shake off remaining sand from her fur. She then sniffed in the air, looking around. "You speak The Language?" Her voice was rough, not as soft and femenine as it would been like if she had went after her parents in the first place. Leaning on her staff and putting a paw on her hipbones, she glared at the 'dragon. "You are lost." She huffed, looking down at her with silvery eyes. The wise Anubi took a step forward, and made a scowl at the 'dragons clothes. She ignored the look it was giving her and she bent over to take the latters map from her. "You have the wrong map, my dear." She said sarcasticly. </span>
<span style='color:red'>"T-the language?" Llina enquired anxiously, backing right into a corner and swallowing hard. Blinking hard and mustering as much courage as she could, she sat up properly. "I know I'm lost...I never was very good with directions..." She appeared startled at the Anubi's last remark. "It's a map of Pwa." She returned a sullen gaze and folded her arms across her chest.</span>
<span style='color:purple'>The Anubi huffed, and threw the map at the ground. "There are no maps of Pwa, because there was no one to discover the whole desert and draw a map of it." She hissed. "At least not a Pendragon, or any other creatures for that matter. If you don't count on my spiecies." The Anubi leaned more on her staff, eyeing the 'dragon with burning silvery eyes. She could hear the latters fast heartbeats, meaning she was nervous. The hound creature smirked down at her, showing off bright fangs. Maybe it would be fun messing with her. </span>
<span style='color:red'>The young Pendragon was startled by the behaviour, but aired her thoughts. "That's because it's a custom map!" she glared. "My friend made it."</span>
<span style='color:purple'>The Anubi narrowed her eyes into slits and stared at the 'dragon, almost on the brig on hitting the younger creature on the head with her beloved weapon of wood. "Your imagination is bright, but I am afraid that the Anubis are the only ones who know this desert without a map. And we wouldn't waste our time on creating maps, dear one." She sweetly added, holding herself from teaching the kiddo of a lesson. "Thought, your little friend could've drawn it from imagination, I believe." She added, towering slightly over the smaller one. </span> <span style='color:blue'><span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>RAPE! XD Nah</td></tr></table> </span>
<span style='color:red'>"Why would I lie?" Llina sighed, and grumbled under her breath. "He's been here before..." She coiled strands of thick, fiery hair around her hands. She could not understand the Anubi's mentality, but now thought it best to get on the good side of this bipedal creature. "I'm Llina. What's your name?"</span>
<span style='color:purple'>She growled at the 'dragon. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She huffed, turning her back against her. Despite regreting that she had saved the kid, she felt abit comfortable around this 'dragon, but didn't want the latter to know. She twitched her ears, and her tail was firmly hanging, still and probably not wagged on a long time. </span>
<span style='color:red'>Llina angrily rose to her feet. "YOU..." she roared. "...have a big problem with attitude. I am on holiday; I'm having a break from my awful job! My coworkers are idiots and I don't like being around them! I don't have to stand here listening to your crap!" She stood nose to nose with what she considered her new rival, and even dared to take hold of the Anubi's neck fur and glare with those amber jewels, directly into argent. "I have enough of this from my deranged sister. Don't test my patience."</span>
<span style='color:purple'>The Anubi, far larger then the 'dragon, grabbed the wrist of her with her claws. "Silence! Imbecile! This is what I get for saving your sorry butt in the sandstorm!? A bad attitude, my friend, is what you have!" She didn't even move a finger until something under the ground caught the 'dragons legs. It was a sceletal hand sticking up from the cave floor. "Now you be a good girl until the sandstorm is over, then you may leave as you wish." She spat, raising her staff and hitting the bone arm away, making it crawl back into the dirt. "Bad mummy." She muttered under her breath, and walked over to the other side of the ruin. </span>
<span style='color:red'>Llina was shocked by this action. No one had ever stood up to her like this before. It was certainly scary, and she slowly backed away from the Anubi. Her tail slunk down to the floor-it was long enough to do so-and her eyes flopped down until they almost pressed against her head. "W-why are you here all alone?" she dared to enquire, seemingly making herself smaller in the presence of a Necromancer.</span>
<span style='color:purple'>She paused and glanced over her shoulder, peering at the covering 'dragon. Oh well, she had nothing else to do anyways. Silence passed betwean them, before the Necromancer shiftes. "I was left here." She started. "By my parents, they went off somewhere, I don't know." She muttered. "I became a loner, but not an outcast. I am still a part of the tribe, but I keep myself away from them." She smirked, and put a palm against the ground. Infront of her, the firt began to move, and another sceletal arm heaved itself up from the depths of it's slumber. "I started off with this, Necromancy, as you call it. I found this ruin, where the scrifts of the walls told me about the history." The dead ones whole body emerged from the ground, and it now stood on two legs, strips of old clothing hanging down from their ribs. "I became somekind of puppeteer." She lifted her hands from the ground, and the dead body whirled around, as if hearing something loud behind him. "It can smell your fear, young one. Keep yourself at bay." </span>
