07-28-2007, 05:37 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-28-2007, 05:37 AM by Chaotic Phoenix.)
A lone figure walks through the barren lands, seeking out her destination, a city that was hosting a fighting tournament. The figure wore a worn, leather cloak, the hood over the face and as it walked, you may tell that it isn't human, with the glimpse of a golden tail behind and under her cloak. Her hands trembling with the upcoming battles, she hastens her step, to try and make it to there quickly.
"Next time, I'll take Flamebolt's offer to ride there, this is taking forever!" The figure said to herself. She sees another lone figure to the distance, a young man who looked like he was waiting for something. Thinking to herself that it may be someone to try and stop her from reaching the city, a preliminary so to speak, she draws out her sword and charges, the built-up feeling of wanting to battle finally winning over as she attempted to use Mecha Blade on him.
"Next time, I'll take Flamebolt's offer to ride there, this is taking forever!" The figure said to herself. She sees another lone figure to the distance, a young man who looked like he was waiting for something. Thinking to herself that it may be someone to try and stop her from reaching the city, a preliminary so to speak, she draws out her sword and charges, the built-up feeling of wanting to battle finally winning over as she attempted to use Mecha Blade on him.
Nyaa... Will be around but not very much.
