typical really. [Du Alfa Vrangr]
Apr 6, 2013 2:09:36 GMT -5
Post by Emiryal ♕ on Apr 6, 2013 2:09:36 GMT -5
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Syaoran was in human form, he usually was. a scruffy blond haired boy in rather dressy attire consisting of a red jacket with gold trim. A single weapon hung by his side as he reclined against a withering tree. It was the only tree that still offered shade. The other tree's were just sticks in the ground, they came about waist high as though something had torn off the tops.
It was a hot day and the sun brutally beat down. A small makeshift town was established here and most of the people were waiting out the heat of the day inside their shelters. They were travelers, fleeing their home saying they'd been attack by a bandits and their homes burned to the ground. Syaoran had meet them yesterday and had chosen to stay with them for a day before moving on. Part of him was curious about tracking down the bandits, but it was to hot to even consider finding anyone let alone anything in this heat! He was roasting in this sun. He took off his red jacket and grumbled as it didn't seem to make any difference.
