ToxicWildFire
Super-Earth
- Joined
- May 26, 2009
Karina had traveled through the day without a break. She wore a hood and the weapons she wore were concealed beneath a cap she had bought a few towns back. She had kept to herself for the last two years and simply traveled from place to place. She never stayed more than a few weeks and gave no one a chance to really get to know her. The few that even had the luck of knowing her name were only able to do so because they requested the name of the woman who had came to their aid.
Thats how it was now, traveling from one place to another. Helping those she came across and simply surviving. She had no family, no lover, no home to talk of. If anyone asked her where she was from or what she was doing here, her lies usually covered her well enough that they left her alone.
Coming up to a village that looked as small as the one she grew up in she immediately saught out shelter and food. She was pointed in the direction of a market place. After some calculation she found what she was looking for. When she walked in she felt the eyes turn on her and grimaced. It was unwanted attention. Dropping her hood and brushing her hair back out of her face she walked up to the owner. "Board and meals for a week." Her voice was quiet but had a melodic tone to it. She wanted no extra attention and made it clear as she talked to the keeper. After paying she went over to a table with a plate that the keepers wife gave her and immediately sat and started to eat. Her table was convienently by the door and kept her back to the wall. It was what she usually looked for.
Thats how it was now, traveling from one place to another. Helping those she came across and simply surviving. She had no family, no lover, no home to talk of. If anyone asked her where she was from or what she was doing here, her lies usually covered her well enough that they left her alone.
Coming up to a village that looked as small as the one she grew up in she immediately saught out shelter and food. She was pointed in the direction of a market place. After some calculation she found what she was looking for. When she walked in she felt the eyes turn on her and grimaced. It was unwanted attention. Dropping her hood and brushing her hair back out of her face she walked up to the owner. "Board and meals for a week." Her voice was quiet but had a melodic tone to it. She wanted no extra attention and made it clear as she talked to the keeper. After paying she went over to a table with a plate that the keepers wife gave her and immediately sat and started to eat. Her table was convienently by the door and kept her back to the wall. It was what she usually looked for.