Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8182065-20170509041231/@comment-25363089-20170509131741

Two figures were riding on horses their silver hair blowing in the wind being pelted by sand infused wind. The only thing protecting them were hoodies and googles. One of them had nothing but a dress shirt on and pants having removed his suit and vest. The other one was wearing a dress shirt and coyote fur vest.

Seemingly unaffected by the desert. "How much futher mom.". The boy asked ridding up to his mom. "Not much further son. Be aware of your surrounding son. For this Vacuo; Its just like Mistrial..only more wild.

So don't show weakness.". Margrit told her son as she could see the outline forming of buildings. "Come on! We can make it.". Margrit told her son as she spur the horse till it was galloping towards the village. Her son did the same thing while groaning. "Stupid desert. We just had to come during a dry season.".

Once in town the duo tied their horses up and already the duo could hear the sounds of a tavern brawl in the making. An so the duo walked towards the sounds and Margrit push open the door and examined the place. She could see a hare faunus beating on a man. While a black hair girl seemingly came up to the girl oppsibly trying to break up the fight. "Reminds me of home.". Nickelae told his mom upon entering behind her and seeing the choas. "Yes but its nothing we can't handle.". Margrit told her son as she eye motion him to head towards the bar as she lead the way.

Nickelae fallowed his mom and the two sat down at some stools; Margrit lit a cigerette and motion the barkeep two drinks. "Water Please.". Margrit told the barkeep. "So why we here?". Nickelae asked his mom to which his mom puffed on her cigerette before responding with. "We are looking for a prey for you to hunt.". Margrit told her son leaving it vaguely while pointing to his emprovized sash of just leather.