.:The Journey Of Sacurana:. [Human/Adventure RP! Open!]

[crystwolf]

They're all staying in Mezzira's crappy place. xD))

Derizon froze when Fereda abruptly turned, almost certain that she was going to hit him, but was slightly surprised when Fereda simply hugged him. He tensed for a moment, this action nearly bringing him back before every stupid thing happened. He let a small smile creep onto his face, and he hugged her back. "I don't know, but maybe take it as a small accident. It's still able to use, and I'm sure we'll be able to cover it up nicely." He offered, the most words he had probably ever said since then. He allowed her to hug him and rant her anger out for as long as she wanted, his brown eyes momentarily glancing over at the dog.

Mezzira watched the small scene play out, and couldn't help a smile that went on her face. Was Derizon actually smiling and hugging back? Well, well, well. She silently watched, sinking back down into the chair.

Viiul looked on, a smile spreading across her face as well. She made her way over to a chair as well, and only then did she notice that the crow was mysteriously gone, leaving only a single black feather on the branch. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. That crow boded no good, she could feel it.

[RainbowTea]

Simon Kelis

Simon wanted to feel guilty after Fereda left with a small frown tugging at her face, but he decided not to. Instead, he turned towards the window and thoughtfully stared out into the slowly brightening sky, one hand resting on his chin. Presently, he heard soft sobbing echoing from downstairs, and he mentally made the connection, concluding it was only Fereda. It's good that she's letting out her emotions, he thought, not moving to go downstairs. Especially with people she's known for a long time. He'd done his best to comfort her, he knew, but in the end, the sympathy of close friends would be healthier for her in the long run. He was glad he hadn't done the best job, but it was such a twisted feeling. An empty sigh escaped his lips, and he slightly grimaced at the emotion that had abruptly come out for no reason. He didn't believe in expressing meaningless feelings - it was simply a waste of energy.

Simon listened to the sobbing for a little longer before shutting it out of his mind and waiting for it to disappear.

[duna the killer]

The sound of roars woke Marian up from her daydreaming. The dragon was snarling at a smaller dragon, his fangs bared. The smaller dragon, who was dark brown with red streaks of blood on his wings, snarled. The larger dragon lunged, grabbing the intruder's neck and snapping it, "I warned you.." The dragon cried out in pain, and fell limp, already dead. Marian shuddered. What would happen if her dragon was defeated in a fight?

[crystwolf]

Derizon smiled and gently grabbed Fereda's shoulders, pulling her back softly. He soothingly rubbed her back, while the other hand attempted to wipe the tears from her face.

This is sorta a bump I guess.))

[RainbowTea]

((Hmm. DarkPetal doesn't seem to get on much anymore. Perhaps we should continue if she doesn't respond soon.))

[OreoHeroz]

((Bump, I guess. I don't want this RP to do, so I'm going to make a new character.

Name: Flow Kinclid
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:

((Why do anime girls have to look so perfect and UGLY?!!!!))
Personality: Flow is a quiet girl, more on the shy side. Her loyalty is strong, even though she gets distracted at times. Even though she is quiet, her tongue is sharp and she will lash out at you. She gets frustrated easily and wants everything perfect at times. Flow can be awkward around other humans since she hates socializing.
History: Flow was born and raised in a poor family. They did not have enough money to support her siblings and herself, so they were forced to work at a farmer's land for money. They did not receive enough money, nevertheless, they tolerated with it. When the news of the dragon reached their ears, Flow was determined to help and rescue the diva, despite the fact that her family urged her not to. She is currently searching for the rebellious group and is avoiding soldiers.
Others: She carries around a bow and a small knife for safe keeping.

Hope this was alright; just want to keep up the RP so CoffeeAddict can write it.))

[crystwolf]

Yay! Welcome back Oreoz. c: Also, really sad to say this, but DarkPetal passed away. From what I heard it's because of a drunk driver. R.I.P, Darkpetal~ <3 Somebody can start posting first.))))

[OreoHeroz]

((Yeah I heard about it and I'm sorry to hear that. :c I'll post later))

[RainbowTea]

((I have an idea, but you don't have to use it if you don't like it. What could happen is that when the group decides to start on their journey to save the diva, a large number of the king's soldiers could be sent to stop them when they try to get out of the village (or whatever it is that they live in). A fight could break out, and Fereda could disappear in the middle of it. The group will manage to escape, and they don't realize Fereda is missing until they're completely out of the village.

I'm not sure if it would be acceptable to have someone else play as Fereda, so I'm bringing up this idea. Let me know if you don't like it. :3))

[OreoHeroz]

((Sounds like a nice plot. But I'm not the one to decide, still, I like it.))



Sunlight glaring into her eyes, Flow pressed forward, shading her eyes with her hand as she pushed away several leaves. Sharp twigs and thorns pricked against her skin, but she merely ignored it, squinting slightly as she watched the waking village.

The sun had risen; Flow had seen the beauty of the star rising. Shaking her head, she returned her attention back to the village, biting her bottom lip slightly as she wondered how to approach the group. Flow was filled with triumph when she overheard where the group (the group finding the diva) was, and she had immediately trekked her way towards the village. Now, she stood here, hesitating whether to go and knock on the door of the group.

A suddenly urge shoved her forward, and without thinking, she barged her way through the bushes, a determined look appearing on her face. Several villagers glanced into her direction, and this is where—while she was still walking—she realized how ridiculous she looked; marching forward with a bow and arrow into the market of the village.

Biting her bottom lip even hard (so hard she was sure she had drawn blood), she merely shoved past the villagers and glanced around, before slipping away from the noises market. A sharp object pricked her, and she whirled around, narrowing her eyes slightly, before realizing that her pocketknife was sticking out slightly - poking her.

Sheathing her knife, Flow continued forward, feeling a little frightened at the look of the almost-deserted place when she approached a splintered door. She wasn't sure who or what was even in here, but she felt something urging her to knock at it. Rapping her knuckles against the door, she backed away, nervously licking her lips as she glanced around. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, Flow thought for a moment, wondering why she would even knock at a stranger's door. But something bubbled inside of her and she felt better, knowing that it should be safe, or so she thought.

((It is Mezzira's house, just to let you know ))