Thread: The Travelers Gate {Kay & Chaos}

Although she told the Sheriff and she and her people would help look for the children she knew that they would not find anything. The creature was sated for now, it had gotten bolder, having the chance to take more than one child at a time and it took it. The Sheriff also hadnt believed her the first time when she told him it was a monster and not some bandits or wolves and she knew that is what he still thought now. The towns people did not believe in their ways, only their own, and she would do noting to chance their minds. Even as she looked over her shoulder as she sat upon her calm mare at the little ghost of a girl walking aimlessly around the wooden walkways of town, a pang of guilt ran through her stomach as all she wanted to do was tell her it was going to be alright and assure her parents that she wasnt in pain any longer. But that had gone over so well the last time... Olesya sighed as she headed home, her brown large rimmed hat pulled tightly over her head, shading her face from the sun. She felt a familiar chill run down her spine and didnt have to look up from the trail to know that her old friend was walking next to her. Hello, Rosi. She gave a soft smile and looked down at the floating ghost beside her horse, she was the exact same as when she first saw her. Bloodied pale green shirt, tattered pants, and light brown hair moving as if she were really walking. Its back isnt it? She turned her unblinking, innocently wide eyes onto Olesya, I can feel it... Yes... I can too. Her pale lips turned down as she looked up at the trail again, knowing that she would either stay by her side or disappear when she wanted, she had become so used to Rosis ghost that most of the time she didnt even realize she was talking to her sometimes. Olesya arrived to her small town, it wasnt exactly a town, more like a single road that people might set up tents to sell their goods or work with the black smith, or trade furs. It was simple but worked. At the end of the small road she hopped off of her horse and didnt bother to tie her, heading to the largest cabin in the town. The Hall. It was a steeple building, coming to a point and built with the largest oak trees in the forest. Smoke was constantly coming from it as the elders were the only ones allowed to live there if they so chose to. She was a frequent visitor here. They needed her. She was the only one in town with the sight and it was simply coustomary for her to be in contact with the wise and most likely because they knew that they could leave this plane at any moment and wanted to know that she would be there to help them if they needed her. Pushing the broad doors open she took a deep breath of incense and as she walked she peeled off her layers. Her thick fur coat, revealing a long sleeved billowy gray shirt, snitched at the waist by a metal forged corset, its brown leather decorated with various symbols of strength and beauty. It excentuated her waist, showing off her large hips and gave her breasts a nice perch to rest upon. Unwrapping the scarf from her neck slowly only to reveal the markings she was given as a child. Three tattooed lines that started at the base of her neck, they curved gracefully around the front and looked as if they wrapped around her collarbone, and went around to her spine before continuing down all the way to her tail bone. They had been painful, but the lines were simply a standard practice by her people, different lines meant different things. Olesya continued deeper into the Hall, many of the elders reading or teaching the younger of their village. But she paid them no mind, seeking the eldest. Baba. She nodded as she came forward to kneel upon the various cushions that decorated the floor surrounding the fireplace. Before her sat a woman, wrinkles with age and hair as white as snow, she smoked from a pipe, blowing circles at the fire crackled before her. Hmm? She blinked slowly a couple times before turning her attention to the blonde haired woman beside her. Theres been more. She said with a worried tone, Theres nothing that I can do, they are simply just going to end up like they always have... This time its different. Said the old woman, her tone sure and steady, This time we are going to be the ones to soak the ground with its blood. Her eyes were dulling in color but still as sharp as they always were. But baba- Trust me. Olesya gave a heavy sigh and nodded, knowing that she could not argue with the woman, she did know thins at times. But she always took what was said with a grain of salt. The day wore on and Olesya found herself doing what she normally did, doing what needed to be done around the village. As the sun rose higher in the sky, she stayed without her heavy coat, simply wrapping the red scarf around her neck and heading to the edge of the town to gather water from the stream. No, I dont think that Clide is anything close to as strong as our men. Why? Because all he does is hit women while ours keep their hitting to other men. Rosi was commenting on her day, being very vocal, But hes the alpha. Maybe over there Rosi, over here hes nothing. Why are your following me in to that town anyways? I told you not to. Even though Olesya hadnt seen her while she was there she knew that Rosi could make herself less visible to her sight. I got bored. Her ghost apparition was sitting upon a log and swinging her legs back and forth, kicking at the water with no avail. Olesya gave the ghost an annoyed huff. Fine fine... she started to hum to herself, kneeling at the waters edge and lifting the large clay jug and setting it under the freezing fresh water. Her humming turning to soft singing as she watched and waited for the water to fill. Often glancing up and around her, every sound seeming to become more threatening with the events of the day. The sound of footsteps caught her attention, causing her singing to halt. They were faint and far off... but they were notable even over the babbling stream. She quickly stood and started to look out into the forest. Setting the jug down, in doing so she pulled a long blade from her boot, sharp, and easily thrown. There was a crack of a branch to her left, she spun and threw the sharp blade without thinking. It flew through the air with deadly speed and sunk into the bark of a tree. She was already reaching into her other boot to pull out a second before she even heard it land.