Thread: A Neko's Quest (Star x Ryax)

The fisherman's wagon came to a stop in from of the gates of the great city. The alabaster walls were painted on colors of orange and pink as the sun set. Lillia was always in awe of the majestic city, even it's walls an impressive sight to the little neko from a little village. The old fisherman neko spoke in quite tones to the guards, making small talk before opening the gates. A smile flashed across the girl's features. This is it. It had been a long journey since this morning. As soon as the sun beams hit her eyes, she was awake, and finishing the last her her packing. She had scrounged up every bit of coin and carefully tied her coin purse to her belt, right next to her trusty dagger. She had spent the last several years working odd jobs and doing favors around the village to save up for this trip. Her clothing was light, as it was late spring and getting warmer, but practical. A traveling cloak, a plain tan knee length skirt and matching tunic made or durable materials and leather boots. Her pack was filled with also practical items a tarp, a pot, flint, food, and whatever else she thought would be handy. She turned to her mirror, giving herself one last look. She was small, even for a neko, but capable. She was not prissy or afraid to get her hands dirty, and it showed with obvious musculature on her small frame. She was still quite feminine though, her bust developing as she entered womanhood, her body getting curves that did not exist before. Her hair was long and dark, and had a distinct bluish tint to it, her furry ears and tail matching. Her eyes were also dark and blue, with some hints of green. She had an eager air to her, the way her eyes shined, the way she held herself. Smiling at this observation she stepped away from the mirror, and out to the front room of her house. Her grandmother was there, waiting for her her. Yer a foolish girl, you know that? I know Nana. Lillia said with a smile, trying not to roll her eyes. She loved her grandmother dearly, but she could be a stubborn old crotchety thing. That was why she couldn't leave until today, her 16th birthday, the day she became her one neko. Her grandmother would not allow it, and she was not one to disrespect her only living relative. Yer grandfather was foolish! That's where you got it from! It was his foolishness that got 'em killed ya know! I know Nana. she repeated. I promise I will come back. I promise. she swore, looking her grandmother in the eye. I hope you will. she said, and then continued in hushed tones. You got a good head on yer shoulders girl. You know what needs to get done. If anyone can save this old town, it's you. Lillia hugged her grandmother tight, trying not to cry. She blinked back her tears, knowing her Nana was doing the same, hearing her ragged breaths. Before she lost her resolve she let go of her grandmother and rushed through her front door, not looking back. She walked briskly down the one path in the village, out to the main road where the fisherman was waiting for her. She hopped on the back of the cart he was hauling, and he flicked the reins on his mule. They started off, the sun shining bright on the first leg of her journey. That morning and afternoon passed, and now, in the twilight she and the fisherman parted ways after entering the city. She thanked him and he wished her good luck before she started down the sidewalk, her destination well known. The local tavern, where travelers came to rest, and more importantly, swords-for-hire came to get business. She pushed open the wooden door to the establishment, the scent of mead, old wood, and roasted meats greeting her. It was only the beginning of her quest, but everything seemed to be going perfect. She would be able to complete it, and save her village. I just know it.