razerwing
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2011
- Location
- Somewhere over the rainbow.
A figure crouched low among the golden waves of plants, his plain clothes hiding him perfectly. He needed to get past the guards, out of the borders of the village. Everyone here was too superstitious for the 19 year old wayfarer, which meant the second he crossed the border into 'Lamia Territory', he would be free to look for the food he could not afford in town. He sighed, creeping along the grass. He didn't make it far before the guards spotted him. The alarms went up, and Trystan made a mad dash for the borderline. He dived just as the first arrows were fired, barely making it across the line. Without a backwards glance, he walked on, knowing they were too scared to dare set foot in such, 'dangerous' lands.
His hay-colored hair, and average complexion, combined with average clothes made him virtually unseeable as he continued to duck arrows, heading farther away. Emerald green eyes and a small, unsheathed dagger gave him away though.Eventually, he made it out of the archers range. Now, to find food.
His hay-colored hair, and average complexion, combined with average clothes made him virtually unseeable as he continued to duck arrows, heading farther away. Emerald green eyes and a small, unsheathed dagger gave him away though.Eventually, he made it out of the archers range. Now, to find food.