The Walled Cities [Sandbox] [5 Cities- Roam all over]

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Ian nodded at Ziak, who disappeared into the shadows. Seeing that he was once again alone with Amia, Ian turned back to her. "...I'll be leaving as well," he stated. However, his actions contradicted his words, for he remained still on his feet. He wanted to hear what Amia had to say, since she appeared lost. Maybe she wanted to ask him something? Or, perhaps, be shown around. Ian did have time to kill, and if Amia kept offering fruit along the way, he wouldn't mind keeping her company.
 
"...I'll be leaving as well."

Amia waited for the young man to leave her to herself, but it never did happen. He stayed where he was. Perhaps he was waiting for a question of some sort? If he was, he's more observant than he appears. She had been wanted to ask a question, but the other had left. The demon looked at the human.

"Before you go, can you point where this "Plaza" is..?"

She had not been in Southern City for years, so it was natural she forgot where most of the city's attractions were. She waited patiently for an answer, perhaps she might offer the other her last fruit if he was kind enough to point out the desired area. It was a sacrifice of hours searching for money, but it would be a gift in return for not robbing or killing her.
 
Ian nodded at Amia's words, pointing to the left of where they stood. "Just keep going down this direction. The plaza is connected to all of the districts, which makes travel a lil' easier." Ian thought about showing her to the place. He would feel pretty bad if he came by her corpse anytime after they met; it was best if they traveled together. As soon as she reached the plaza, he would leave her.

"I'll go with you, if you don't mind," Ian said, sounding more like a command than a request. With that, he turned to the left, his cloak flowing behind him in the soft breeze. Ian expected Amia to follow him. He wasn't her tour guide, so if she wanted to know what place was what and where on their walk towards the plaza, she would have to ask on her own. Ian didn't know why the young woman wanted to travel here to the Southern City in the first place. Though, it did offer many opportunities, from magic to weapons to money. Ian's eyes cast upward to the Golden City, which stood far from the other cities in the country.

'I've heard of the Golden City. A beautiful place, they say...,' he thought, focusing back on the street before him. 'I wonder what it looks like from inside its walls?'
 
"Just keep going down this direction. The plaza is connected to all of the districts, which makes travel a lil' easier."

Amia looked at the direction he pointed, taking note of this for when the time came. She nodded her head in understandment. Wonderful, she would take her leave and then meet with the two gentlemen later. However, when she was about to take her leave and say farewell to the young man.

"I'll go with you, if you don't mind."

What?

Before she could say anything, the man had already spun on his heels and was walking away from her. She thought about just going her own way, but out of kindness and keeping this human from embarrassing himself in front of others, she quickly caught up with him. Catching up with the other fairly easy, since they were about the same height. She had best give him the fruit now, going out of his way to actually take her to the place instead of letting her go there on her own. She mentally sighed, she was about to search for more coins lying about until the time had come to go to the plaza. Instead she was following this person like a lost dog behind their owner until they got there.
 
After several minutes, the plaza was only a short distance from where they were. It was packed with people from different backgrounds and trades, selling and buying merchandise. Some failed to conceal their greed, sneaking some fruits or coins into their bags. Ian scoffed. Amateurs. When they stopped in the middle of the plaza, Ian remembered that he wanted to show his gratitude to Amia. Digging through his bag, he pulled out the bloodied coin purse. Hoping Amia hadn't seen the blood on it, Ian quickly snatched a handful of gold pieces from the purse, placing it all into Amia's hand. Ian didn't say anything. Rather, he nodded his head as thanks. He had already said it early; there was no point to repeat himself.

"Why are you here?" Ian finally asked, staring intently at Amia. Was she an assassin like Ziak? Being around them might not be safe, even for Ian.
 
Amia inwardly sighed in relief when they arrived near the plaza. She could clearly see others stealing from the merchants. The demon girl shook her head a bit, was it really so hard to just purchase the item they desired instead of going out of their way to steal it? When Ian stopped walking, so did she. She looked at him as he appeared to pull out something from his bag, that same item he placed in her hand. She could feel the flaky dampness of the all too familiar fluid within the fabric of the purse. He probably murdered someone to obtain this item since it was a feminine bag. Great, she had been walking about with a murderer.

"Why are you here?"

She decided to just give him the bag, held within was the fruit she had purchased earlier. It was for him going out of his way to take her to the plaza. She returned his gaze as she answered, noticing how intently he was looking at her.

"I have only come to purchase the fruit from earlier and scavenge for coins. I did not come to cause any trouble... Why do you look at me as if I will attempt to do something?"
 
After a moment of contemplation, Ian's stare softened. He hadn't realized he was staring at her so harshly. Ian diverted his gaze to the bag of fruit, which he rummaged through to see what kind of fruit was inside. Not that it mattered; he would eat it anyway. Looking back up at Amia, he blushed lightly. "I...have a hard time trusting others. Can you blame me? Look at my surroundings..." he trailed off. They were surrounded by nothing but cheats, liars, and scumbags.

Ian looked back at Amia. "Don't take it personally."
 
Amia nodded in complete understandment, this human did not mean harm. Of course, she couldn't blame him for his stares and not trusting her at first. They were in the heart of one of the most dangerous cities, of course he'd be cautious about his surroundings and who he met. She smirked underneath her mask, the smirk saying she understood the reasons for what he did.

"I understand, your actions are of caution. Where we are, caution, skills, and speed is what helps keep one alive in areas like these... Thank you for not killing or robbing me upon first glance..."

The smirk grew into a small smile, reassuring that she did not take any of his defensive actions personally, and the slight bunch her cheeks helped show that smile.
 
Ian's shoulders relaxed at Amia's response. With a nod, he turned to his right, his golden brown eyes remaining on Amia's rosy ones. "Goodbye. I don't any reason to stay. If you need me, just come back to the housing district. I'm...usually outside," he stated, slugging the bag of fruit over his shoulder. It was not that Ian was homeless, but he couldn't stand staying indoors for long periods of the time. Plus, the sky was a nice "companion" to whenever life was crappy. Ian was a light sleeper, so sneaking up on him while he slept was harder than it seemed. Ian made sure not to be the one stolen from, especially when it came to his beloved blades.

The young thief smiled, something he hadn't done in a while. Amia didn't seem too bad of a person. In fact, she was the first person in a long time to show him compassion. Compassion. Ian inwardly snorted. He hadn't heard that word in a long time, unless he referenced the lack of it. Without another word, Ian walked back to the housing district. When he made it back to his house, Ian sighed, leaning against his front door from it's interior. Being social was somewhat tiring. All he wanted to do was eat some fruit and take a nap. Digging through the bag in his hands, Ian pulled out a bright, green fruit. Apple? Ian bit into it viciously, savoring the first hint of flavor. It was heavenly. Placing the bag on the floor, Ian sat down onto his bundle of covers for a bed.

God, he was bored. There wasn't much to do, except attempt to read the ruined books in his father's bookcase, or train. Deciding on doing the latter, Ian stood up from the floor. He slipped off his cloak and boots, which were weighing him down, and began to stretch out his muscles. After his warm up exercise, Ian began to practice his acrobatics.
 
Amia took note of the human's words and nodded her head. She didn't exactly intend to go hunting for him, but if she needed him she knew where he was. She turned around and went about her way, back to her section of the forest. She walked through the exit of the large, scum filled city and cut off the dirt path, further into the more grassy and lively woods. She watched for the scratch marks within the trees, the ones that would lead her to her own private survival sanctuary. She sighed, her right hand reached up and pulled down the mask she had to wear when she went into the cities. She possessed soft, round features for a woman; her nose was slim and her lips plump. Upon her cheeks and jaw were two black marking patterns. These markings were a demon's birth mark so to say, some demons were lucky enough to be born without them, but the rest were cursed with them. This is something she wasn't willing to present to everyone, they'd believe she was only there to cause havoc. Her hands pushed aside some bushes, leading her to the tree she usually slept in. In the wilderness, sleeping on the floor would be a death sentence. One would have a better chance of survival within the trees.

The demon lunged herself upward and climbed the tree, the speed she climbed was almost unnatural. But if you lived within the wilderness as long as Amia, climbing the trees would be your second nature. She sat upon a rather large branch and relaxed against the thick trunk, the familiar uneven texture embracing her back. She was used to the discomfort of sitting in a tree, but it was much better than going back to her ugly, abusive master. She picked a flower out of her hair and began to twirl it within her fingers, looking about in her own little sanctuary. Her mind wandered back to the previous events which made her smile faintly. It was amazing what could happen when showing a little kindness and compassion.
 
It has been a while before she actually had the day off from her former job as a Blacksmith, of course her hands contained a few singes from fire use and a few cuts from the very blades she has made. Her work was clearly as dangerous as her that is obviously why she enjoyed it with a great passion. Her silent steps were small and a bit fascinating since it made it look like she was gliding against the ground with each step she took. Her long, black locks danced within the gentle push of the wind that soothed her making it feel as if she was being embraced by her parents once again, she thought of them frequently and how she could prevent from such a thing to happen. Her dark colored eyes scanned the area of Southern City where she currently lived as a Beast in a Human form. Her identity was to be remained hidden from other citizens since she was of course under cover for a specific reason. She was not only a Blacksmith but she was also a well known assassin, but was never reveled to the public. She continued to walk alongside the dirt road that will soon end near a decent sized house. A black patch covered her right eye for obvious reasons that should remain hidden along with her past. "Death is interesting. . " She mumbled under her cold, chilling breath that smelled like fresh blood and alcohol, perhaps fine Red wine. Her pale toned hands were hidden deep down within the pockets of her black trench coat that was tone in various places at the bottom end and her eyes focused on what laid ahead before them. It wasn't long since she has taken a walk within the night hours since she did had to satisfy her hunger which she highly regretted. She saw the world through the eyes of a monster only red and white along with darkness and despair, she sometimes wondered on how she could have lived this long with herself but never came down to the slightest conclusion. Her lips were pink and daring as them shifted into a light smirk. Her black boots were covered in dried dirt and many blood stains that were only noticeable to her eyes. "A beast in Human form. . ." Her voice echoed in her mind while hearing the exact same words she has heard ever since she was a infant. Her heart was only made out of stone and darkness but her kind words were made from love and a care. Her black skin-tight jeans consisted of massive holes which were made from her former job as a assassin as she came into contact with her victim, usual her battles are rather entertaining and worth watching. The moonlight shines down on her skin making her appear more angelic and a bit over dramatic but she was nothing like what others wish for, she was the beauty of the night or simply your worst nightmare. A scythe was strapped against her back, the blade was stained with red blood that suited the black colored blade and the hand crafted stick was rather shorter then usual which will soon have to be fixed by her own hands. She hummed a delicate, soft tune making it seem as if she was setting a trance all around Southern City.
As she continued to walk her journey home she stumbled into a scene of a senseless beating. She watched calmly while gathering the problem and searched for her solution which was of course to take matters into her own hands. A step from her right foot was taken forward while her left stayed behind. She then sighed while her hands were pulled out from within her pockets and her right reached to her back drawing her rather pathetic scythe but was it was not at all useless. A woman laid limp on the blood infested ground while a man towered over her body with a blood knife held in the left hand. She was degusted to witness such a sight but remained calm in her battle stance. She has finally captured the attention of the man by simply speaking her cruel words that held the tone of darkness behind them "People like you are rather pathetic in every way possible. . "
The man's eyes glared over behind his right shoulder as her stared at her with a small smirk forming on his lips, he then slowly turned to face her and made himself look innocent from his crime. He then charges at her with a grin upon his face knowing that she had to be worth something just by judging by her scythe and appearance.
She waited while watching the male inch closer to her and sighed before finally swinging her scythe as if it was a baseball bat about to hit a ball with a tremendous amount of force. Clearly the man was the ball of her game and when his body came into contact with her blade he was sent flying in the air with blood pouring out of his gut area. The painful screams ringed into her ears making her smile as she watched the man land harshly onto his back on top of a roof of a hotel building not to far from where she was currently standing.
The man screamed in pain as he flew in the sky like superman and then groaned when his back made contact with the roof. His gut keeps on bleeding as her applies pressure with both his hands over the wound. After minutes without any medical help he was dead and the screams of his pain had finally came to an end.
 
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Sierra was out of breath, she huffed and puffed as she stood still, her hands layed on her knees. She been traveling for weeks, the raiders who burnt her village to the ground have followed her. The moon sat in the warm nights sky, and Seirra was ready to stop runing. The city of outcasts gates lied open, in the sound of night. With few guards at the gate, sierra knew this would be the spot where the raiders would jump her, and few standing guards would turn a blind eye. With air in her luges she stood. Step after step she waited, till the moment she entered the city, their was no sign of the raiders, then she felt the blade cut through her lower back, wounded Sierra fell to her kness. Her scythe was droped miles before the city, making haste sierra was unable to turn back and grab it. Like most of her belonging the raiders now hald her saith, six men surrounded her. Her only thought was, it's time for them to die, Skeltons rose from the ground, one for each of the raiders, the dead grabed the raiders, but with little evert the Skeltons where defeated, their bones lieing on the ground. "You're pathic, maybe if you beg for your life ill let ypu live." The raiders laughs where clear signs of death, so sierra slowly placed her palms against the earth, calling to the dead. Corpses rose, attacking the raiders. Sierra was safe, soon the raiders would be dead, and the corpses would return to the ground. With screams filling the air sierra was surpassed no one came out of their home, but then again how conman is murder in citys like this she thought. With 5 raiders dead the corpses went to feast on the only living person. He lied on his back, holes and chucks where missing from his body, the dead was eating his stomach. It was the leader, the one who commended the hunt after her, who ordered the blaze of fire on her village. With no regret sierra stood, one packback lied next to a corpse, right above her scythe. With haste sierra grabs both, walking further into the city.
 
"Painful screams are amazing to hear." She smiled and listened to the screams that were carried by the wind, her ears were focused on where they were coming from because her curiosity grew while she wondered who have caused these people to scream out to the Heavens. As she finished he little encounter she placed her scythe back on her back while placing her hands back into her deep, warm pockets before training her ears to pinpoint the locations that these painful screams were coming from so her eyes could meet with the person who would cause such a beautiful sound. She noticed that it wasn't to far or to close but it was just now entering the city since the sounds were not to far from the entrance gates. She has known this city far to well that she could actually tell where many things were without actually putting thought into it as much. She was currently heading further down south but the gates laid near the north side so in order to actually get to the location she had to change the direction. She smirked slightly while turning her body on her heels and started to head North in order to witness this creator of wonderful pain. As she walked in silence her hair danced as it flew past her ears while a sinful smile placed itself upon her attractive face, anyone could tell that she was currently in the best mood but many were still afraid of her which was exactly what she wanted to happen. As she walked pass many people each and every person shot her a fearful look as she passed them with ease sure it was nightfall but many people enjoy talking "Strolls" at this time which she didn't mind unless they decided to disturb others in her presence. She yawned quietly as her dark, piercing eyes gave away her exhaustion, she has been traveling for at least five to ten days without napping on the job which was what got her a great position and a great career that no one will understand unless she spells it out.
 
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