In the far land of Asxairo, off the distant ruins of the Rovien Sea lives a damnation to the kingdoms. She is something beyond the great bounds of the ancestors and the Gods. She is an unstoppable force and she has a mission to complete.
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It wasn't easy navigating through the treacherous thick forest that Serius had to offer.
The paths were rugged and the weather was harsh on them. Tangled mazes of trees and vines led to dead ends and creatures with rows of razor teeth and poisonous bites were a frightening threat.
It seemed like a matter of life and death and death was hot on their tales but by the grace of whatever miracle was following them, Venix, Lucien, and Rheynoak were approaching the town square of Serius.
It was a hot afternoon, the autumn breeze brushing past their tanned faces and the sun rays raining down on them as they navigated their way through the town square. Rheynoak was grumbling some nonsense to himself, hazel eyes narrowed as he examined everyone while Lucien walked beside Venix, writing away in a black journal he had bought.
Venix didn't have much thought really, only following Rheynoak who led the way because of the bond he shared with Onyx. His usual black cloak blew around in the breeze but his usually tamed hair was shaggy and disheveled and a scruff was growing around his jawline.
They had to blend into their surroundings and showing up in clothes that were woven of fine material wasn't going to cut it. So a quick break to the seamstress store and a couple of threats and compulsions later, the trio walked out in ripped clothes that could have been fished from the gutter.
Rheynoak had decided to keep his cloak but everything was a dull color of gray and brown. Grey shirt shredded at the sleeves, a working man's stained brown pants, and rubber boots that did no good. Even his face looked slightly gaunt, his cheekbones more prominent.
Lucien had decided to ditch his cloak and put it in his bag, wearing a dark colored shirt that was missing a few buttons and pants that were slightly too baggy at the ankles. His feet were in stressed sandals that seemed to be falling apart, his bone white hair flowing about his face. The journal book and his beige bag completed his look.
Venix groaned to herself once again as she looked down at her maroon dress hat was shredded at the sleeves and ankles and had holes poked around the bust. Her comfortable shoes were traded for a pair of flip flops and her hair was bundled up in strained curls and held together with a clip.
The scolding hot weather only made the material more unbearable, sweat clinging to her dress and her skin. "Can you please work that pretty head of yours quicker?" the BloodBone hissed at the tribe leader as they maneuvered their way through the town square, easily blending in with the colors.
"Your stubborn friend put up her walls" Rheynoak growled back in a lone tone. "I can't see much of anything" he continued, pushing his way through the crowd as they attempted to get out. "Well if you hadn't threatened her so many damn times, she wouldn't have done so."
A scoff escaped his lips, locks of dark curls flying about in his hair. "Please. If she had obeyed orders and bought Alesandria to me, we wouldn't be in this mess right now."
