Post by netharious on Nov 10, 2018 5:17:02 GMT -6
ooc| Nyondra has just lost her master, the only parent she's ever known. She burned their body and set out from the Narrows, North to the Warlord's Road. She is a follower of Digend. Honestly up for anything. Beat her up. Make friends. Capture and sell her. Her story is just beginning. If you want to read more of her past go here.
It had been exactly two weeks since the Master had died. Nyondra didn't understand why she was keeping track of the time, maybe it would give her some perspective in the future to know the catalyst of the beginning. Beginning of what? Life? Her life had begun 18 years ago but up until two weeks ago she'd been.... Nothing. Tied. Possessed. Hampered. Shut in. The Master had been her everything and it was difficult to fathom life without them. Difficult but not unpleasant.
Nyondra cantered through dense foliage and tall trees with a nervous energy. Upbeat, her heart swelling with the hope of possibilities and also rising tension as she travelled closer to the War Lord's Road. She come this close many times to trade supplies but this time she wasn't going back. Home was long gone, a shack in the woods that stank in the summer months and froze in the winter. There was nothing to return to.
Her ears flicked wildly around the top of her head, anxious to catch any danger before it caught her.
The trees thinned and watery, pale sunlight poked through the canopy to say hello. "You say that but what will greet me on the other side, huh?" Ny mumbled. The soft forest floor gave way to hard, compacted dirt. The road beckoned on either side, a long deep tunnel through the forest. Left was the Ash Mountain and right was the White Mountain. "White is right but is it right? - Fire or Ice?" She murmured with a sing-song cadence. She hadn't planned further than this. Make it to the Warlord's Road and then what? Find a trader to follow who wouldn't rat her out to the slavers or worse be murdered for simply being in someone's way.
It had been exactly two weeks since the Master had died. Nyondra didn't understand why she was keeping track of the time, maybe it would give her some perspective in the future to know the catalyst of the beginning. Beginning of what? Life? Her life had begun 18 years ago but up until two weeks ago she'd been.... Nothing. Tied. Possessed. Hampered. Shut in. The Master had been her everything and it was difficult to fathom life without them. Difficult but not unpleasant.
Nyondra cantered through dense foliage and tall trees with a nervous energy. Upbeat, her heart swelling with the hope of possibilities and also rising tension as she travelled closer to the War Lord's Road. She come this close many times to trade supplies but this time she wasn't going back. Home was long gone, a shack in the woods that stank in the summer months and froze in the winter. There was nothing to return to.
Her ears flicked wildly around the top of her head, anxious to catch any danger before it caught her.
The trees thinned and watery, pale sunlight poked through the canopy to say hello. "You say that but what will greet me on the other side, huh?" Ny mumbled. The soft forest floor gave way to hard, compacted dirt. The road beckoned on either side, a long deep tunnel through the forest. Left was the Ash Mountain and right was the White Mountain. "White is right but is it right? - Fire or Ice?" She murmured with a sing-song cadence. She hadn't planned further than this. Make it to the Warlord's Road and then what? Find a trader to follow who wouldn't rat her out to the slavers or worse be murdered for simply being in someone's way.
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