Egg-cellent Adventure

Zizikitty

Crazy Cat Lady
Original poster
LURKER MEMBER
FOLKLORE MEMBER
Invitation Status
  1. Looking for partners
Posting Speed
  1. 1-3 posts per day
  2. One post per day
  3. Multiple posts per week
Writing Levels
  1. Intermediate
  2. Adept
  3. Advanced
  4. Adaptable
Preferred Character Gender
  1. Male
  2. Female
Genres
Fantasy ANYTHING, magical/medieval fantasy, modern fantasy, future fantasy, high fantasy (mages and magic) sci-fi, horror, Flowing Romance (no love at first sight and nothing fluffy), vampires, werewolves, space odyssey, epic quest, adventure, combat, action, HUMOR <3, Anthro, World of Warcraft. Non-Human races.
This was a somewhat sophisticated town, though the young wood elf only knew the name and where the market and inn were. She was short and lithe, her wiry frame easily weaved through the crowd. Her raven black hair was swept back into a ponytail, although her bangs sometimes obscured vision to her crystal blue eyes. Causing her to toss her head every now and then. Her leather and cloth attire was brown and slate grey. Muted colors that didn’t stand out.

On her back was a fine wood elven bow and a quiver full of arrows. On her side was a wooden box with makeshift straps, which oddly was locked with a heavy metal lock. This she always had a hand on. Always careful to tuck the item close when passing people and protected it from any bumps and accidental crashes.

At her size was a massive black dog. The intimidating looking beast held dark eyes set deep in a wrinkled face. Just the animal himself was enough to allow her an easy path though most would never know he was as skittish as a lamb. She stopped as a fruit seller, taking a moment to look over the wares. She picked out a few apples and went to purchase them. “Might I bother you for information?” She asked in a soft gentle voice.

“Depends on what you ask, child.” She elderly woman replied. “I am looking for your scholars or a library.” She’d been asking this question to other merchants and she hardly hid her inquiries. Again she was told the church. But this simply wasn’t good enough. She didn’t need men and women of religion. She needed educated men and women. She thanked the woman regardless, paying or her purchase and moving on. “C’mon Humar…” She sighed to the dog. “We might have to move to the next town.” She pet the mastiff’s head as she walked on.