((Det: Okay. I just wasn't too sure.

Nom: We've gotta wait for Grave to post his bios.))

((Accepted Grave. And the settings aren't midieval. They're just not as developed. And due to all of the magic creatures protecting the forests, there aren't many cities. We start now.))

The full moon hung high in the sky, looking a lot like a craterous white marble on top of navy colored silk dusted with silver fragments. The stars were easily picked out, and the air was a bit warm. All was silent in the small villages that bordered Mech. Although, that didn't mean that things weren't all hunky-dory.

Layla took in a deep breath as she took her moccasins off and placed them into her leather messenger bag along with several other items. She gulped down the lump in her throat and told herself not to cry. Her mother had never known that her child's father was half demon, and she never would. Layla didn't bother to leave her mother a note. She knew that it would only make her mother cry even more.

After sneaking through the halls of her house bare-footed, Layla quietly opened the front door to her her house, and entered the forested country. She looked up at the moon, and sighed before walking across the area to Mech. There was bound to be at least one demon's offspring there.

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Jason hammered down on the white-hot metal before him. All you could hear was the sound of the crackling fire behind him, and the sound of the metal hammer hitting the iron sword that he was smithing. Jason was known around the city of Mech as the blacksmith, and was quite popular. He even got special discounts at the stores.

"Ouch!" Jason yelled when one of the sparks from the fire ventured from the pit and landed on his arm, searing his flesh. He brushed it off, and continued working on the sword. Even though it was nearly midnight, Jason wasn't tired. He was a night owl. He preferred to work at night because it was cooler, and he could see the moon and the stars.

After a few more whacks with the hammer, the sword was ready. Jason dipped it into water to cool the hot metal off. Finally, he wiped it off with a cloth, and looked at his reflection in the shiny, gleaming metal. White hair, and light blue eyes to match. He sighed after a few long seconds. Why was he so unusual? He cracked his neck, and began to clean up his work station.

The forest was cool. Calm, quiet even. Which was certainly strange, as there was a large population of animals that lived here. Trailing her hands across the shadowed leaves Alessandra could feel a sense of tranquility within her battle with uncertainty. This absolute silence was frightening, something the girl could not tolerate in a place where sound reigned supreme...if you bothered to listen.

Closing her cerulean eyes Alessandra leaned against a large oak trunk, draping her body over it in a fluid manner. This was the one place she belonged and she relished those nightly walks she took. The scent of the weald was around her, earthy and so much more alive than the city. There the air smelled of metal and death, of long-suffering that you couldn't quite run away from.

Banishing these dark thoughts from her head Alessandra sighed and leaned her forehead against the tree trunk, wondering why she was feeling so anxious this night. It was almost as if she were on an adrenaline rush, since it felt like there was something she had to do yet Alessandra wasn't sure what it was.

[Ohgod this sucks. D: I used up all my writing skills on another post. ;w;] 

Maya ran her hand slowly through her loong wavy hair. Still needing to brush it, she made her way over to her hairbrush, and started to run it through the long locks of hair, while her eyes kept a vigilant watch on the world around her. The forest was calm. A light breeze drifted lazily through the mid-summer branches, and the golden sun which lit the sky in a peaceful aura shone down on everyone.

Finishing her hair brushing, Maya turned to her rucksack, and quickly put away the mahogany hair brush. She slipped the sack onto her back, and sighed as the familiar weight leaned her over. She took one last look at the familiar dense part of forest which had been her home for the past month and a half, and started to make the long trek to another section. This time, she was looking for a stream. 

Getting water here had been difficult, and required a two mile trek down hill, by the end of which you were even more thirsty than when you had started. Maya quickly started to pick up the pace as it was mid-morning already. Pushing the occasional branch out of her way, she made quick progress.

By lunch time, she was at the stream where she usually got her water. There she leaned over and removed her black flask from her rucksack. Filling it up with clear water that she would boil later, she put the flask back, tightly securing it. Breathing heavily, she rose again, and continued her long trek through.

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Maya sighed as she slipped off her rucksack which she had been hauling over many miles for the past seven hours. She collapsed onto the bare ground, too tired to roll over and start a fire for warmth, she just lay there in the sandy dirt, until she fell asleep.

(Bleh. Can't think of much.. Eric is next.)

Eric raised his short, six inch dagger to his side, not letting his eyes wander from his target. He stood, raised up on a rock, starign down at his prey, a group of unaware quail. 'Patience.... Patience.' he thought to himself, waiting for just the right moment to fling his dagger at the fat quail which pecked at the ground before him.

The sun shone high ins the sky, and it beat down on his already burnt neck. Sweating profusly, he could barely stand the tedious wait. This is how his last three failed attempts at hunting had gone. He had struck at the wrong moment when he could bare it no longer, and his prey had fled into the hills surrounding him.

'Not this time.' he thought, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. His jeans had holes in them, and multiple bites from mosquitoes, but Eric just shrugged them off.  His eyes trailed after a particularly fat male quail, who was trying to attract the brown females in the area. 

'Almost there..' he thought, 'now!' Launching his body forward just enough to propel his dagger at the quail, he hit it dead on. The quail fell to the ground as Eric hopped off his litte rock, and the other birds in the area flew off, noisily squeeling at him. He moved over the dead carcass of the bird. He said, "Mmm, lunch."  and then began the tedious process of de-feathering the creature.

(Better, I guess..)

((I'm not sure if you meant for it to be day time or night time in Eric's post, but it's night time.))

Layla was quietly when he heard a bunch of commotion from the nearby birds. She peered through the brush, finding a boy, Eric, who seemed to be absolutely tickled pink over his lunch; a plump quail. She planned to stay out of sight, but her golden eyes greatly resembled that of a wolf, and people had learned to have a keen eye for those creatures, given that they were extremely dangerous.

And even worse, there were dead branches all around. She didn't seem to notice though. Layla began to back up, but stepped on a dead branch, causing it to snap. Layla, having tripped over the branch at the same time that it snapped, fell backwards onto her back. All of the air in her lungs left her. She gasped, trying to breathe. She couldn't get up, though.

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((Braindead for Jason for now.))

 ((Sorry, well lets just say it took him until night fall to half pluck the bird free of feathers, and that it was late when he caught it anyway))

Then, something moved. Something with a hint of gold, moved. Eric flinched and jumped away, grabbing his half plucked quail, ready to make a run for it if it turned out to be what he thought it was; a big lumbering wolf hoping for his kill. Like a big, hulking beast , he snarled threateningly at the bushes. Hearing a snap, then something big, too big to be a wolf fall over, Eric stood up tall.

Towering over the bush, he saw, yes, indeed, it was a girl. And no ordinary girl either. A girl with golden eyes. "Who are you? What do you want?" Eric questioned, peering down to get a closer look. Something about this girl was different. When he got closer, the birthmark behind his ear felt weird. Almost like it was burning, and yet, it wasn't.

Sure, the golden eyes were a little weird, if not freaky, but that wasn't it. "What are you? Are you a demon?" he questioned, eyes glaring at her. Now, Eric had never actually seen a demon before, but he figured, Golden eyes, weird aura, it could be one. He readied his small knife, which was still clenched in his fist, and aimed it at the girls chest, ready to throw it if the answer was anything but no.

(Sorry if I'm PPing, but I kind of had to post something... I hope the scar minor burning sensation isn't too off topic or weird or anything. I thought it might at some "jazz" to the situation, which oddly enough, needs no spicing up what so ever.)

((Nah. It's fine.))

Before Layla could get up, there was a boy standing over her with a knife to her chest. This wasn't good. He asked her if she was a demon, and Layla replied by saying, "No." Of course, that was half of the truth and half of a lie.

She pushed the knife away from her chest, and got up. "I should be asking you that. You're the one who put a knife to my chest." Layla dusted herself off. This boy seemed to be a bit... strange. He wasn't normal. Of course, she couldn't pinpoint that he was a demon's offspring right then.

She grabbed a granola bar from her bag and tore it in half. She put one half of it into her mouth, and wrapped the other half up in its wrapper. "Why so jumpy?"