A Different Cause [Open]

[tsuki12]

Serika wrapped her cloak tighter around herself and watched the flurry of snowflakes swirl around her. They fell quickly, blurring her view of everything else. The streets were desolated. Everyone was staying home, enjoying the warmth in their houses, but Serika didn't have a home. She used to. Serika remembered the long walks with her mother here when she was younger. They were fun and they talked a lot, but the last one was what made her change her mind. The girl closed her eyes, and her vision was filled with that day.

It was a cold wintery day. The fierce wind scraped her face and turned it pink. Serika looked up at her mother with big eyes, and saw that her expression was different today. Instead of happy, her mother's face had a sad, determined look to it. She stared hard at a shop as she said, "Serika, would you please stay here for a few minutes? I need to go check on something and will be right back." Serika nodded and her mother rushed off toward the small hut.

A quiet groan sounded loud as it disturbed the cold silence. A homeless man was sitting on the streets, wearing rags. A wave of pity washed over the little girl as she rushed toward him. "What's wrong, sir?" Her voice quavered.

The man's eyes grew wide. "Little girl, the King sent me to fight for him, but I couldn't. I had a wife and a family, and I couldn't leave them. The King killed them when I refused and now I'm left on the streets to die." Serika was shocked. All her life she had been looking up to King Galbatorix, and now this man told her that this was what he stood for. And her parents worked for him! Rage hit Serika like a storm. She ran away, far as she could, tears freezing on her face.

But today it was different. She was here to steal food from the soldiers, to add provisions to her pouch. Not to visit her parents, not to go back.

[renea]

She let her nose sniff at the air as she stood off from Teirm, her arms were covered, her body was hunched as she looked out at the city near the sea. Her emerald green eyes looked out at the sea and then she let them rest back on the city. She was here to do her own thing, she enjoyed getting into trouble, so why not move into the city.

Taisa was not your normal elf, in fact, she was different than many elves, having lived with a pack of wolves that lived in the forest of Du Weldenvarden. She had changed her beautiful body to something that to her was just as pretty, into that of a wolf. Her face was pointed outward more to make what looked like a snout, and her ears were up on her head instead of back like normal hears. They could lay back on her head and point forward as she listened to all the sound. She could move on just her back feet, however, she was use to moving on her hands and feet. Her arms and legs were stronger then most and she held a little longer arms to allow running easier. When she ran she held beautiful grace that she did not hold when she walked on to. She did not hold a tail, since she wore a pair of pants most the time, however, she did not wear a shirt, her chest and back were covered in a thick layer of fur, but when in the presence of her Elf Queen, she wore a tunic which covered her torso.

She moved through the trees, still hiding her body from site as she looked at the city. She wore a cloak made of thick black wolf pelt, which looked like her pelt. Her hair went down her back, however, she pulled her hood over her face, hiding her eyes and then placed a cover to hid her whole face so no one saw that she was in fact a elf. She went over the spells she would need to keep the people from making her show herself and if they did would make them see a beautiful woman before them. She moved quickly as she got on all fours, growling a little through large teeth, meant for tearing meat from bones and then ran down the hill towards the city, being quick to stay hidden and then standing as she made it to the gates. Her body was hidden, she wore boots and a tunic that covered her upper torso. She pulled the cloak over her arms and moved with ease to the gate. Her hand on the pommel of her sword.

"Who are you?"

[/color] The guard called as he pulled his sword from his sheath and looked at her with this hated look. She smiled under the cloth that hid her face. She moved further and closer and then looked at him.

"I am Taylor," She lied about her name,"I am coming to visit family, if you don't mind moving from my entrance." The guards looked at each other and then stood aside to allow her to pass. She had a kind of limp as she walked through the streets. She hated walking on two legs, it honestly did not help her at all.[/blockquote][/center][/size]