Lost in the Desert {Open to Everyone}

[Lila Leigh]

The wind rushed behind her as she ran through the desert. Her feet slid softly on the sand as she held her sword, in the both hands, behind her. It created a soft line, just like bread crumbs, but used totally for the wrong reason. Her hopes were that some creature would follow the trail and find her. She was in need of a soul today. Lila came to a sudden stop, and panted softly. Her silver hair flowed infront of her face for only a second, then rested back down. She didn't mind using up her energy in this waste land, because she knew that she could handle it. Lila swung her sword in front of her, just out of curosity and noticed that it was blazing red. She loved her sword, just like most assassins loved their own special peice of weaponry. This one was about 5 feet in length and took the power of the enviorment, and sort of absorbed it. Since Lila was in the desert, the sword took the energy from the hot sun and created a burning blade. Oh how she loved it.

As she began to walk again, Lila remembered what had happened only a few minutes ago. The deadly sand storm. It came out of no where and the only thing she could do to protect her self was to block some of the force with her sword, while she tried to hold it out. However, she soon noticed herself buried and quickly climbed to the top. Everything was were it wasn't and nothing was what it seemed. This only excited Lila more as that was when she took off. Taking a glance backwards, she thought that she must have ran a mile or two.

With her black tight pants, a bit of clevage showing dark blue tank top and her traditional red and black scarf, she walked on. Lila felt a little bit sad, thinking that there may be no one actually out here at all. It was then that she felt the souls. She stopped and focused her enegry. She could feel them wandering around, not knowing where they are or where to go. Smiling, Lila opened her eyes and started to run in the distance that was the strongest feeling of where the souls were. It grew stronger and stronger, only widening the smile on her face. There were about 3 souls. All hers. Then she was there, where they just begged to be taken. Lila slowed and looked in the sand. She was only able to make out a hand here and a finger there. Poor lads, but their death was her pleasure. Lila bent down and closed her eyes. She took in a deep breath and focused her energy into pulling the souls towards her, in her. It felt so refreshing, so empowering as she stood up. The souls were trapped inside her her body, never to be known where they went, never to know those god damn neocromancers. Oh how she hated them.

However, Lila continued to walk, not really feeling the need to run once more. But in the distance, certainly someways away, was a group. She was't able to count how many there actually were but they seemed to be walking strong, unfazed by the storm. This seemed to be such a happy day. Taking a deep breath, Lila put her sword to the side of her body and ran. A small trail of dust followed Lila as her feet hurried her across the distance between them and her in only a few seconds. Lila stopped quietly and walked a few feet behind the group. She acted like she was part of the group, of course she thougt that this was a game. She wondered how long before that thought differently. Her sword was ready.

[tryxee]

The storm had been quite treacherous with its bundles of sand, but her and three others managed to survive as Lerk was now looking over the map, judging where to go next. Sadly the map didn't have many markers on it, hell they came in here barely knowing where they were going. Now, needless to say, they were completely lost. Humbra was gathering things from the now deceased members of the crew. Poor Relli did not make it through the storm. Her tiny body was lost beneath the sand and no one could hear her screams anymore. Though she wasn't the only one lost, but the rest knew they had to survive for their sakes. As Humbra gathered the flasks and valuables from his fallen crew while Jak, a human, was making sure he still had all his own stuff. Jak was a member of the crew that was a bit more selfish then the others, how he got onto Tryx's crew was simply good timing on his part. Either way, Tryx hated him and how he always tried to pick up every girl around him, a true sleaze ball. Every time he spoke, it make Tryx want to beat his ass in with a large stick, she was quite ashamed that he didn't die in the storm, she would have preferred to keep Relli around. Sighing at the thought, she checked up on Humbra, seeing what they had left before she moved back to Lerk. He seemed to have an idea of where to go now, but even he wasn't a hundred percent sure. Chuckling at that, she nodded, "Its better then nothing," she informed him before slapping his ass, "Lead the way, I'll take up the rear," she stated. Nodding his head, Lerk tossed his war hammer onto his back and held the map tightly in his hand as the rest followed in. Humbra took step beside Lerk as they began to chat together and Jak walked behind them while Tryx took up the rear.

It didn't matter if they didn't fully know where they were going right now, but she knew they would find their way sooner or later. As they moved along though, Tryx began to get the feeling they were being followed. Her eyes staring out of the corner, but couldn't see much of anything. Without hesitation or warning, Tryx spun around, drawing her rapier and pointing it at Lila, Tryx's dark emerald eyes glaring for only a moment. Perking a brow, she gave a whistle, the rest of the crew finally stopping to turn and stare at what was going on. Putting her sword away, Tryx spoke to the new woman, "Lost out here?" she instantly queried, "Well, if you want to follow us, you will have to contribute something, especially if you want in on the pay out." Yes, Tryx was trying to hire another would be adventurer, after all, she just lost several of her crew mates in the storm, she was going to need to replace them. Don't get her wrong, she adored the ones she lost and believed them to be irreplaceable, but someone had to do their jobs since they no longer could. That's how Tryx worked. You do your job until someone better comes around or until you die. 'Course if someone better does come along, you won't be removed from the crew, simply replaced and put on another duty that Tryx calls as 'extras'. Examining the woman carefully, she found herself nibbling upon her lower lip in idle thought, curious to know what this girl would actually be good at doing on her boat or even out here.

[Alehkar Garieptol]

Pain was shooting through his wings down his back as she rolled him over, causing him to cringe but not making anything more then a cringe in regards to the pain. Alehkar had shaken his head about the water though. “You will need it. Forgive me for my ways, I will be fine..” Alehkar attempted to stand up, the pain raking his body until he fell again. Coughing again as he opened his eyes slowly and peered around the two of them.

“Thankyou. By the way. Thankyou very much m’lady. I apologize as well.” His voice was rough with the pain as he stared at the sand, moving to lay on his back once more. Why was she being so kind to him? Trying to help him when it was obvious she was stuck in a similar situation. The daemon looked at his wings, the right one was able to move quite easily to wrap around him a bit, but his left one couldn’t even twitch.

We should go look for others.. There must me more with help being needed.” If there was two of them, there would be more.

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[Ayvajin]

Ayvajin sent the fallen daemon a smile and a shake of her head. He really did not know her and how much she could handle. She did not need the water like a lot of others would. No, the necromancer was strong and rather resistant to necessities like food and water. She could go for days on end without needing to eat or drink. Not to mention, she had grown up in the desert and was more than just use to the temperatures and the dryness.

"There will be others," Ayvajin said as she put away her canteen.

Her eyes scanned their surroundings. She soon spotted two others who were headed in their direction. Even from this distance she could tell that one of them was a soulstealer and the other a human girl. It was as if these two had known that the daemon had just mentioned that they should look for others.

"Well, there is your answer," the necromancer said to the injured male. "At least they are not the sandworms that are probably lying in wait for us."

Ayvajin had no worries about the creatures around. However, avoiding some of the more dangerous creatures with an injured daemon would be a rather difficult task, but one that could be manageable enough.

The necromancer stood back from him, her eyes upon the strangers making their way over to the two. They could have been bringing trouble with them or bringing help. Whatever their attentions were, they soon would know.

{Alehkar, Tyebolt, Caitlyn}