Yua
New Roleplayer
Living is Hard Dieing is Easy.
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Post by Yua on Jan 29, 2011 11:19:58 GMT -5
Yua was traveling again, humming to herself. Tail swaying over the snow, she wore a white cloak now, it kept her well hidden here at least. Though she traveled mostly alone now a days. She has all the fun she can, at times making snow men. She practice this and continued making sculptures, at times even more of other creatures, once a frog, another time she tried a large cat. They weren’t common of this world, but a different, a very different creature.
They were nothing but fun and a past time to her, other travelers might stop and admire them, or be unease. Yua was carefree, but down hearted, she wanted to go home, but her only way back was hiding away, and had been every since she got there. She could since something else though, those who had fallowed to hunt her, but also the prince who didn’t want to be the next heir.
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Post by Alchemister on Jan 30, 2011 13:04:45 GMT -5
Nothing was there. Nothing was stalking around. Nothing was fallowing the young creature. Nothing was sent to kill her. Nothing was sent to trap and drag her to its master. The nothing slithered about, moving over the snow without making an indention in the snow. It continued to float about, a ghost in the snow almost, its mask outspoken in the whiteness. He knew the young creature didn’t suspect it was there.
Nothing was sent on a mission, a mission of retrieval or extermination. A mission by its master, creator. A mission to feast or enjoy. A mission it also shared with its mate. Who hid much better than it.
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