Timestamp: Mia 3rd 81379 The young being sat 'pon the ground. Thirst and hunger gripping at her with exhustion. The slight smell of singed furred filled the air from rope burn at her unfortunate febel attempts to escape. She had not given up. One attempt did not work but she would fail to give up till death do her part with her stuborness. She had fallen pry to another means of escape, one that was no less painfull then brute force. She did not know how she had ended up in the middle of the desert, chained up like a wild beast. Purhaps the one who had done this to her was religous and titled her a beast with justification by her mutness. On the other hand maybe her captive intended to use her in several painstaking ways. Whichever was enough motivation to drive her to either escape or death. With her paws planted infront of her for leverage she lay 'pon her stumach. Blood splashed the ground around her as well as staining her tormented fur on her paws as her guns bled. Her teeth chewed at the rope that bound her freedome with a fierce attitude. Although hunger and thirst bound her strength to a degree she was making progress... Slight, slow agonizing progress, but enough to keep her hopes up.
ooc: im using rluknyym, 18, male, vampire a dark male walked across the hot desert sands. he had been use to the heat he had been walking for about a week now.the sun beat down on his hood. it burnt if it touched his bare skin. he was sreaching for a portal to fromnia that had been rumored to be here. he was looking for his sister. she had died at the hands of a demon that now controlled her body. he had to find her spirit. he got to the top of a sand dune and his white eyes searched the endless sand terrain. he noticed something in the middle of the vally of sands. it was a pendragon. he spread his black wings and soared to them. he praied his hood would stay on. he landed beside the girl and went on his knees near her chains. with out a word he took out his sword , that was amost many of the other wepons he carried, and swung it down onto the chain. to made a spark and bounced back. <span style='color:blue'>don't move</span> he muttered to her. he thought about the demon that had murdered his sister. his anger biult and the sword glowed red. he swung it down once more and cut the chain clean in two. he put the sword back in its seath and calmed him self down. <span style='color:blue'>you ok?</span> he said getting up then holding out a gloved hand to her. he smiled at here from under his dark hood
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td><span style='color:gray'>I'll use Hakaras, 17, male, Anubi</span></td></tr></table> A purple 'dragon stood ona dune, a sketch book in hand as he drew the rolling sands. He looked up and saw a bright spark and quickly drew it in. He hastily placed the book and pencil back into the bag hanging at his side. His wings flew open as he swooped down to the girl and rluknyym. He bent down to check her over as he saw blood on the ground. He was looking for where it was coming from. He pushed his hair from his eyes and over his elven-like ears. This was his most sensitive topic, his ears were different.
