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She waved her hand towards the camp and then back to the forest. "Did you notice the lack of scouts? Which camp of a War General has no scouts? They expect us." Like hell they were. Someone must have slipped, some word must have reached them. They had a plan prepared, for sure. Any other soldier...

They arrived quicker than she expected. Before them, a campsite drew in the forest. It was oddly similar to the previous one. Tents hovering above a med-station, a general tent, and sorts of benches for the soldiers. The horses sided to the right end of the camp, with the wagons and whatsoever...

Chiyoko swung the sword around her waist, adjusting it to her very likings, as well to her type of moving. "To be honest, though, I expected you to punch yesterday's dinner right out of my stomach... Oh well! I guess a punch to the nose would hurt just as equally." Her brow arched at him as...

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees?" He stayed perfectly still and like the minute before. Was he awake or was he not as she slightly didn't arrive in reality yet? That bitch, though! How dared he! She squinted her eyes at him. "Get your fat ass up," she hissed and he did, gladly. Chiyoko did not allow to...

She'd punch his guts if he wouldn't have been so frustratingly comfortable. Eventually, she crept closer, too. The warmth he irritably offered baited her, besides the cold bit her constantly and he helped pretty much with that. It reminded her of a bed, a blanket, and a pillow, her home. Fine...

"...You'll protect me once we're both in the afterlife, right?" "Bold of you to assume I wouldn't help them," she giggled and stretched her arms into the air. A long day like this always wore her out, like an old gown or training sword, or how he'd say it a "swinging a metal stick". She would...

"...Well, my old man has two old koto's in his room. Maybe once this stuff is over and I am free to go home, I can borrow one of his. He was quite good at playing it too, so maybe he could teach me a little." "Your old man, huh?" Chiyoko grinned, this time it was genuine. The sight of someone...

Hey! Welcome back, I guess then :>. We don't know each other, but I am looking forward to your posts and writing! :D (I also returned after taking a few months longing break hehe)

"Hahahahaha! You really are a woman at heart, huh... Most female warriors I read about were much like the old men I read about, which were emotionless, almost inhuman people. I wouldn't be able to have nearly as much fun with them as with you right now. I'd probably already be bored to death had...

Hello, Hello! Alright! After a, less than more, short break I am back to the side and ready to rp! I was away due to personal issues. However, my previous rp "The nameless swordsman and the renowned warrior" will be continued (I guess).

"What, abandoning the berry part now, strawberry?" Her brow rose. He had actually noted the slight difference in his nickname. Strawberry … was it because of her fabrics she wore? Probably. It almost made her laugh. Almost. "Oh, speaking of things I stole..." He tossed her a bandage. With a...

"Oh? And how would you do that without being spotted by any other guards? The moment someone spots you we're screwed. Though I must commend you for at least giving an idea at all. I don't have any." "At least an idea," she sighed and leaned her head in her neck. This was tiresome. How were two...

It had taken him quite a while, in fact. Chiyoko, in the meanwhile, walked up and down, her eyes dashing to whatever signalled a motion. Mostly it was a leaf and made her hiss at her own paranoia. The more she turned, the more adrenaline rushed into her veins. In fact, Chiyoko could have...

"A map. Particularly a map that they own. That way we might figure out the location of their main map. I'd assume that if their general would still be at a camp, it would be the main one. Having a map would help us find it easier, don't you think?" That seemed- yup. A map was indeed helpful...

"A softie? Hmm, I guess if you say that I'm turning into a softie, you could say that I've always been one. But in the end, is that natural? I don't like killing at all!" A tiny scoff ran over her lips. Birds clattered with their wings above them. The more distance they grew to the...