ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ

Normal Doings

    Clank.
            Clank.

  A dark, brown haired man was punching this metal dummy looking thing, dressed in bronze armor. He was wearing these gauntlet like things on his hands that climbed up to his fore-arm. The top of his arm and hand was protected by this metal base while the rest was like a snug glove. A leather glove more precise. Sweat beads rolled down his forehead, dripping off the tip of his nose and chin. Behind him, standing at the doors of what seemed to be the training room was a shorter lady with cat ears. A black cat tail swayed behind her while her right ear would occasionally flick. Her arms were crossed while she leaned on the huge wooden doors, watching the other soldiers fight, beat the dummies with either their gauntlets or other weapons. She had a shiny badge on the right of her, on her chest. The badge was a golden tree. Her multicolored eyes watched very carefully over the others, too carefully. One eye light blue, the other silver. She tsked and pushed herself off of the wall, "You guys are pathetic. You all fight dummies like a bunch of sissies! I don't see a single dent in one of those things. You really think you can take on a load of Alverton soldiers like that? Absolutely pathetic." She shook her head, pacing down, slowly, as she watched her men fight. She just shook her head, going back to where she was, leaning on the door.
   Daniel, the darked haired man, stopped hitting the dummy, placing both hands on his knees. His fingernails were long, slightly curled and black. His knuckles and up his fingers were a very deep grey color. He obviously wasn't human. No one really was in this town. A long, dark brown tail with smudges of white at the tip of it and in different places, dragged down. Dull black spikes trailed down from the base of the tail. His legs were bent, like an animals would be and were black. His feet were long and black, having an arch on the toes and very sharp ends on them as well. His pinky like toe was on the sides of his feet like most animals as well. Lastly, his ears were pointed and two stubby, black horns poked up.The man had blue-ish gray eyes and bushy brows. He had stubble on his chin and sharp teeth, having almost fangs like some weird vampire but more of unusual canine teeth. He looked back over at his boss, smiling stupidly at her. Sissies huh? He shook his head and continued on with his training.

  In the busy streets, a tall girl with a hood over her head, was trudging down the streets.On her back she carried a few arrows and her bow. She wore a black cloak, darker grey shirt and a dark, grayish-purple scarf that hid her mouth and nose, only showing her deep, brown eyes. She had buckles, buckles up on her thighs and a belt around her waist that carries dagger holder, pouches. This rogue, archer is known as Jasmine. Jasmine is known to have very good aim in the town of Woodland, so don't worry if she has you balancing an apple on your head to hit, with her great aim, she'd get in the apple perfectly. Unless she hated you. She approached a building that had an outdoor thing, protected by a roof held up by one wood pillar and a stone wall at the back. It seemed very hot in the small area surprisingly. A man was banging a hammer on something. He wore a heavy leather apron with a belt that had carried tools by ropes holding them tightly on a piece of heavy leather. "Hey Nathan." The girl greeted, pulling her scarf down to reveal a smile, she had sharp like teeth. The man had turned around, smiling. "Ah! Jasmine, my pal. What brings you here? Come to ask for more arrows?" He had grinned, turning his back to continue with his work. "Ah, no." She chuckled. "However, some wouldn't hurt if you could quickly whip some up." She sat down on a wooden stool as she watched him. Nathan just chuckled, nodding, "Can do." Nathan, the blacksmith, was a light elf. Meaning he had extremely long-ish, pointy ears. His hair was a dirty blonde and more on the longer side. You could do a tiny braid if you wanted. He placed his hammer down and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his knuckles. He looked over at her again and leaned on his desk like thing. "Towns been gossiping a lot on the Alvertons lately. They're saying they may be up to something since they've been on the low and not threatening as much like they did. I say it's a good thing. Maybe they finally left us alone, ya know?" He shared, picking up a bottle of ale, take a quick swig from the alcohol. Jasmine shook her head, "I strongly disagree. Not hearing from them is danger knocking on the door for us. This means we must stay alarm for anything. Those scatterbrains could be planning anything on our town just to take over or some shit." She shrugged, sharing her part. She got down from the stool, "Ah, ill see you in a bit. I'm going to fire some arrows down at the targets." Jasmine waved goodbye, leaving. She looked around, pulling her scarf back up as she walked down the streets to the archery stations.

      This town certainly was huge. It is ranked one of the highest, popular towns across the ocean! Of course the Alverton town would target it to collect the people and grow in numbers for their kingdom. It's untelling what could happen with those heartless monsters. No ones safe with them lurking around and attacking.