"Good idea, oh by the way...have you ever riden on the back of a horse?" he asked before whistling a little tune. Soon after a large black warhorse came lumbering out of what seemed like a camoflaged tent, near a tree. "I Have no intentions of walking back to town, and I have to be in character for the client." He continued as he began to saddle the horse.

"Yes I have lots of time..of course the one's I road were still wild and I road bare back" she said smileing as she walked over to him. "He was a beautiful pear white horse I was the only one that ever could get the wild horses to let me ride" she said remembering her child hood. "But that was then and this is now" She said shaking her head as she came back from her day dream.

As Declan hid in the woods, he glanced over his sholder to see a massive horse ride by, but not before one hoof stepped on his foot. He bit down on his hand to keep from screaming in pain, but eventually let out a small "Ouch" and whiped a few tears from his eyes.

Alicia quickly appeared behind the man and had a dagger to his throat. "Move" she said as she pushed him into the camp site. "Why were you spying" She asked.

A dagger at his throat and a quickly swelling foot, Declan was at a bit of a loss. He looked back at the woman holding a dagger at his throat and started crying. "I was h-hungry," he said, sniffling and holding his foot.

Alicia kept the dagger to his throat. "you lie" She said she had trouble trusting others.


((we half to wait for wolf I don't know what to do next))

((you can take the dagger away from Declan's throat, have a giant dance fest, and put the dagger back at his throat when wolf gets back XD))

((LOL yea I guess))

Alicia wasn't sure he could be trusted but she had no choice. "you wont try anything will you" She said as she slowly moved the dagger away form his throat.

Declan considered stealing their bread and running, but he somehow felt that even with his spying and survival skills, with his foot hurting so badly he would probably not stand a chance against this woman. He looked up at the woman and smiled, "The name's Declan," he said in his boyish thick irish accent as he stuck a hand out to her to introduce himself.

Alicia placed her hand in his. "I'm Alicia" She said kindly as she lifted up her bottom half of her outfit and placed the dagger back in it's holding place.

Wolf had been putting on his armour during the excitement, he held his helmet under his arm as he spoke to the boy "Welcome to my campsite, You may adress me as Wolf." wolf then proceeded to put on his helmet, he then hung a large man sized shield on the side of the horse and grabbed his spear.

"We should go Wolf" She said as she walked over to her bag and placed it over her shoulders.

((Got to go))

"Agreed" he said, his helmet made his voice sound more intimidating. "What do we do about our uninvited gueast he said as he mounted his horse.

"I think we should bring him along who knows he mite come in handy" she said smileing as she walked over to Wolf.

"Good point, then we take him with us."wold said amused by the sudden entourage after this long alone.

Declan looked around and approached Wolf and bowed. "I'm sorry to intrude," he said before he retreated a few steps back

((sorry! Was studying!))

"Am I to ride with you or walk behind" she asked wolf.

((sorry it took so long but I got to go now sorry))

((Alright, if we're just jumping in, here I go!))


Name: Lyral
Age: 176 (appears 22)
Race: Appears human, but works hard and stays relatively quiet despite her secret alliance.
Bio: A traveler and magic-weaver. She normally does not stay long enough to uncover her secrets or plans. Although she is neutral, she appears slightly more innocent than the air about her.
Appearance: Slender nose slightly sun kissed, pale pink lips, and eerie eyes, which seem to change between grey and blue with even the slightest movement, almost like the tide during a powerful storm. Various thin wavy locks that match the splendor of her eyes escape their clips and drift along the breeze at her cheeks. These are the only things that one can depict on her countenance as she strolls silently past, the rest is enveloped by a long, heavy hood with intricate embroidery along the hem, the stitching itself looks as if it tells a tale.

She has long slender legs, her calves seem thicker that you would expect for someone looking as such a loner, even through the pale, almost transparent leggings that keep them warm. From just below her knees, past her also toned thighs and up to her hips resides a pair of thick, snug, ash-coloured trousers made of a material almost like leather. A belt made of a thick shiny leather keeps the trousers in place, and a buckle which looks as if it were made from mother-of-pearl keeps the leather in place at her hips. Her feet are adorned by a pair of only slightly heeled soft leather ankle boots which open just so slightly to see the top of her feet, something shimmers there, but is almost completely covered by the soft white fur that lines the inside of the boots.

Her tunic, begins just below her waist, not quite covering her navel, and is made from the same material as her trousers, only slightly darker. The cloth is stitched up center front with an almost prismatic thick silvery threading that closely resembles her belt buckle. Material covers her shoulders, but there are no sleeves, instead the end taper off at two angles shaping a triangle at each shoulder, and silvery tassels (matching the stitching) rest at where her sleeves would be. Her cloak hides the tunic entirely, as well as the top of her trousers, but it also hides her set of (rather large) ivory dragon wings that she binds up with bandages and ties as flat as she can against her back and secures by another bandage under her tunic at her ribs.

Swung over her right shoulder, she holds a white leather pack where she carries only things that she would find either valuable enough to carry around with her, or absolutely necessary to her survival. At her left shoulder is her pet, a daemon changeling attached to her at the soul, currently in the form of a striped white snake. At her wrists are long tied ribbons and at her hands she holds a tall ivory staff, shaped at the top almost in a large "S", only, at the openings are three oval stones on the upper right side, and three at the lower left side set in such a way as to almost enclose the "S" by dotted lines into an "8" with a larger bottom circle than the top. Inside the not-so-enclosed openings are two aqua-coloured crystals, one at the bottom and one at the top.



::She steps quietly over the hill and finds her way towards the light, but when she notices the group she takes a seat near a tree, still a distance away from the others. She watches the group from under her hood, and rests her staff at her lap::

Originally Posted by Luna_Lust_Goddess

"Am I to ride with you or walk behind" she asked wolf.

((sorry it took so long but I got to go now sorry))

"It wouldn't be very nice of me if I let you walk, please let me give you a hand." He held out his hand to help her up. "Oh and as for you Declan, I will need you to act like a page"

Alicia placed her hand in his and smiled as she placed one foot in loop of the saddle and swung her leg over the horse. She then wrapped her arms around Wolf's waist and held on.

Once he was confident she was safely on, Wolf gave the horse a light pet. Upon feeling his touch the great warhorse lumbered forward "don't fall behind Declan."

Alicia smiled feeling the wind blow through her hair she sat back some but held on to Wolf so she wouldn't fall off. She was happy that she didn't half to be alone anymore.

Wolf for the first time in awhile, allowed himself to relax. "You seem to be enjoying yourself"

"I love the feel of the wind blowing through my hair..It reminds me of home riding bare back on the wild horses" She said as she smiled thinking of home made her miss it more but also remind her of why she left. "I wish he was here with me..cloud was his name he is pear white and his mate was sapphire becouse her fur would shine whenever the moons light would shine on her" She said.

"they sound like amazing animals, this beast your currently riding on is called Thunder. I've been taking care of him since I was a child." he remembered the day he first met the horse, and the following weeks he spent recuperating from the thrashing he received for touching the old knights horse.