Post by Tulla on Aug 17, 2014 19:36:37 GMT -5
It was official. Tulla was lost.
She was in a part of Spirit that she had never been too, and it really was not her fault. Some thieving little rat had taken the pouch of coin on her belt and lead her farther into the heart of the city, getting her more and more disoriented as they went down more and more alley ways. To being with, Tulla could not believe she allowed herself to get so distracted as to not pay attention to her pouch. Normally her first reaction would be to impale the fucker with her barbed-tail, but the thief was just a child. Instead she had chased him, tripped him, and snatched the pouch back out of his hand. Vulgar words were thrown at her, but all she had to do was hiss at the mongrel to get him to scram. At least she had her coin with being lost.
Tulla attached the leather pouch back to her dark-brown belt. The belt was holding up her grey harem pants, which were nice and cool. There was a hole on the back end that allowed her tail to get through and drag on the floor as she walked. No shoes were on her feet. She preferred feeling the cool cobblestone on her bare feet. As far as a shirt went, she only had a loosely-fitted, murky green tabbard that went down to her mid-thigh. The belt was laid over it. Normally she would walk around with greaves and pauldrons, but she was not on duty that day. Even her long, black hair was down rather than braided as it usually was. Actually, she was heading to a small river that ran through part of the city so that her two gryphons, Saph and Emie, could get a bite to eat before the theif had taken her money.
The worst part of it all was that the alleyways and roofs were too narrow and close together for her to just hop on a gryphon's back and fly out. With that great thought in mind, she trudged along, searching for a way out of the small labyrinth. Emie and Saph followed behind her, one after the other. Emie constantly hissed and clicked his beak in annoyance. Saph continuously rested his beak against Tulla's back to give her some form of assurance, and every time he did so she would smile.
"Now," she exclaimed to the both of them, "We gotta find some water soon, else my wings are gunna get dry." The entire reason she was only wearing a tabard was because of her aqautic wings. They were similar to a sting-ray's and needed to constantly be moist.
"Alright, boys. Let's see if we can get outta' this place."
She was in a part of Spirit that she had never been too, and it really was not her fault. Some thieving little rat had taken the pouch of coin on her belt and lead her farther into the heart of the city, getting her more and more disoriented as they went down more and more alley ways. To being with, Tulla could not believe she allowed herself to get so distracted as to not pay attention to her pouch. Normally her first reaction would be to impale the fucker with her barbed-tail, but the thief was just a child. Instead she had chased him, tripped him, and snatched the pouch back out of his hand. Vulgar words were thrown at her, but all she had to do was hiss at the mongrel to get him to scram. At least she had her coin with being lost.
Tulla attached the leather pouch back to her dark-brown belt. The belt was holding up her grey harem pants, which were nice and cool. There was a hole on the back end that allowed her tail to get through and drag on the floor as she walked. No shoes were on her feet. She preferred feeling the cool cobblestone on her bare feet. As far as a shirt went, she only had a loosely-fitted, murky green tabbard that went down to her mid-thigh. The belt was laid over it. Normally she would walk around with greaves and pauldrons, but she was not on duty that day. Even her long, black hair was down rather than braided as it usually was. Actually, she was heading to a small river that ran through part of the city so that her two gryphons, Saph and Emie, could get a bite to eat before the theif had taken her money.
The worst part of it all was that the alleyways and roofs were too narrow and close together for her to just hop on a gryphon's back and fly out. With that great thought in mind, she trudged along, searching for a way out of the small labyrinth. Emie and Saph followed behind her, one after the other. Emie constantly hissed and clicked his beak in annoyance. Saph continuously rested his beak against Tulla's back to give her some form of assurance, and every time he did so she would smile.
"Now," she exclaimed to the both of them, "We gotta find some water soon, else my wings are gunna get dry." The entire reason she was only wearing a tabard was because of her aqautic wings. They were similar to a sting-ray's and needed to constantly be moist.
"Alright, boys. Let's see if we can get outta' this place."