Always Seeking {STILL OPEN!!!!}

[Moon_Song]

Nikita had been walking for a few days now, and she was tired. All she carried with her was her sword that hung out of sight under her skirts, her dancing sash and tambourine, as well as a stuffed sac of coins on the hip opposite her sword.

She searched the landscape with her fiery golden eyes for sighs of recent activity, human settlements, and the like. She kept an ear out for the distinctive and melodious sound of wolf howls, but she had hard none as of yet. Which she was glad for. Her...inner nature felt a draw toward the beasts when they sang out as they did, and it put her on edge. After a lifetime of being trained in discipline, she was wary of anything that challenged her composure.

With a defeated sigh, she settled down under the shade of a sycamore tree that has staked its claim in the nearby earth. She leaned against the massive trunk and closed her eyes a moment. A strand of her silver hair floated as a gentle breeze blew past.

There was something on that wind. Nikita didn't feel as secure as she had hoped she could be here. Was someone else near? She would take no chances. She leaped gracefully to her feet, grasping her sword's hilt.

[cptkickercutleg]

(( This thread still open even today? It's gone un-answered since Jan 2011... ))

[Oki]

((If its ok with MoonSong, and if she's still willing to reply after all this time, I don't think it matters when the thread was created :p Heck, if she is willing, I wouldn't mind joining))

[cptkickercutleg]

Cercius makes his way between the pillars of rock and stone, trees rising like fountains from the decimated flagstones that must, long ago, have been some sort of road or path, he was sure, but now was just rubble in the forest.
"All that is done shall be undone by time..." he ponders, surprised by his own sage thoughts as he steps from root to stone to grass to root again, bare feet being pricked by thistle and nettle alike as he strides forwards, silent as the wind.
So calm is he here, in the territory of a friend, so far from his own lands, that he reaches to a string on his neck, pulling an Ocarina from a pocket in his green leather jacket, putting it to his mouth as he settles into the crook of a tree and readies himself to play, closing his eyes to concentrate on the melody.

He hears a shuffle to his left and jumps, surprised that he had been so unaware of his surroundings, a slightly bedraggled woman in orange and cream attire, which could only be described as revealing, stands with her hand on the hilt of a sword of some description, her eyes blazing as she glared at him.
He takes his hands from his instrument, and raises his hands to show that he is unarmed, hesitant to anger such a well armed woman.
"Uhm... Well this is awkward, did I interrupt anything?"

[fangirl728]

((I want to join, but I'm waiting for my new character to get approved.))