The desert winds blew ever so hard. It was like this at least until December, in which at that time, the area became deathly cold and the dirt would harden beneath your feet. But December was a long time from now. No, it was mid-May and the winds blew harder than ever. Despite this truth, the weather did nothing to deter the lone figure.
She had her hood on to protect against the blowing sand, and she only looked up when she noticed a nearby town. Perfect place to stop. Who knows? Maybe something interesting would happen? Grinning to herself, the figure kept walking, until finally reaching the sign that marked the small town's name: Durgen.
Upon entering into the town, the existence known as Kiara Bastion lowered her hood and took in the sight before her. Honestly, it looked like any old town. Almost like something out of a wild west story. Next thing you knew, there'd be gunslingers just waiting for an ambush....Kiara shook her head of such thoughts. She was only passing by. To get from point A to point B. That's all.
As she strided pass the local buildings, she received a few stares. "Has to be what I'm wearing." she reasoned to herself. Which made alot of sense. She looked fair enough physically: long brown hair with equally brown eyes....yeah, it was definitely the clothes. She wore a dark blue shirt covered by a hooded long coat. Dark pants and boots covered her lower torso. For her, it was simple and normal clothing. To anyone else, she looked just like an outlaw. Which was understandable at best.
Suddenly, she noticed a woman with a dusty yellow dress. Curious, Kiara walked right up to the lady. "Excuse me? How far is the next town?" The woman gave her a suspicious look, eyeing her up and down. "Aren't you a bit young to be traveling these parts?" the woman challenged. Kiara rolled her eyes. "I'm not that young. I think I can handle myself."
After a slight pause, the woman shrugged. "Miles away. There's supposed to be a sandstorm later today, so don't be expecting to leave this town soon sweetey." Kiara held back a sigh. "Terrific." Wandering away from the woman, Kiara found herself in the middle of the small town where a huge fountain stood. Gazing at it, she stuck her hands in her pockets in thought.
"What am I supposed to do now?"
Somewhere far away.
The sand crunched underneath the man's boot. The figure came upon the town as quietly as a shadow would, barely making his presence known. At least, not until it was too late."Hold on there!" The man turned to see a group of men, all with guns raised and poised to fire.
"You there....you're trespassing in our town! Leave now or we'll shoot your ass outta here!"
The man said nothing. Nothing at all. Dressed in a dark gray shirt and pants, a pitch black coat swirled around him. A cowboy hat, the same pigment as the coat, rested on the man's head and a black blade materialized in his hand. It was the only thing of value to the man.
The townsfolk, in their anxiety, began firing warning shots. "G-Get back! I;m warning you, next time I'll shoot to kill!"
But the threats fell on deaf ears, and the man continued walking toward the group of men. More shots...and several more. The townsfolk were terrified now. Something...something about this man...he didn't stop, didn't flinch. He never spoke a single word.
And he never stopped walking.
She had her hood on to protect against the blowing sand, and she only looked up when she noticed a nearby town. Perfect place to stop. Who knows? Maybe something interesting would happen? Grinning to herself, the figure kept walking, until finally reaching the sign that marked the small town's name: Durgen.
Upon entering into the town, the existence known as Kiara Bastion lowered her hood and took in the sight before her. Honestly, it looked like any old town. Almost like something out of a wild west story. Next thing you knew, there'd be gunslingers just waiting for an ambush....Kiara shook her head of such thoughts. She was only passing by. To get from point A to point B. That's all.
As she strided pass the local buildings, she received a few stares. "Has to be what I'm wearing." she reasoned to herself. Which made alot of sense. She looked fair enough physically: long brown hair with equally brown eyes....yeah, it was definitely the clothes. She wore a dark blue shirt covered by a hooded long coat. Dark pants and boots covered her lower torso. For her, it was simple and normal clothing. To anyone else, she looked just like an outlaw. Which was understandable at best.
Suddenly, she noticed a woman with a dusty yellow dress. Curious, Kiara walked right up to the lady. "Excuse me? How far is the next town?" The woman gave her a suspicious look, eyeing her up and down. "Aren't you a bit young to be traveling these parts?" the woman challenged. Kiara rolled her eyes. "I'm not that young. I think I can handle myself."
After a slight pause, the woman shrugged. "Miles away. There's supposed to be a sandstorm later today, so don't be expecting to leave this town soon sweetey." Kiara held back a sigh. "Terrific." Wandering away from the woman, Kiara found herself in the middle of the small town where a huge fountain stood. Gazing at it, she stuck her hands in her pockets in thought.
"What am I supposed to do now?"
Somewhere far away.
The sand crunched underneath the man's boot. The figure came upon the town as quietly as a shadow would, barely making his presence known. At least, not until it was too late."Hold on there!" The man turned to see a group of men, all with guns raised and poised to fire.
"You there....you're trespassing in our town! Leave now or we'll shoot your ass outta here!"
The man said nothing. Nothing at all. Dressed in a dark gray shirt and pants, a pitch black coat swirled around him. A cowboy hat, the same pigment as the coat, rested on the man's head and a black blade materialized in his hand. It was the only thing of value to the man.
The townsfolk, in their anxiety, began firing warning shots. "G-Get back! I;m warning you, next time I'll shoot to kill!"
But the threats fell on deaf ears, and the man continued walking toward the group of men. More shots...and several more. The townsfolk were terrified now. Something...something about this man...he didn't stop, didn't flinch. He never spoke a single word.
And he never stopped walking.