Illioa
The Rich woman was screaming at the top of her lungs,"They are going to ruin my stuff my stuff!!", she stated in terror as Illioa found herself looking down at the pack at her waist she smiled and shook her head. It wouldn't be to bad to get mingled with a couple of cats after all she liked animals... She continued on with her mission once reached the next city the woman scowled and paid her,"I will not be taking your services again..", she jeered turning away into her Newfoundland mansion with her servants while Illiao shrugged and went on her way back to the main city. She found she didn't get jipt even though she could have been by the woman's attitude so she was grateful. Night was falling and she was ready to settle outside of camp renting out a room was to expensive. Near the country side outside of the city she found a small patch of trees she gathered wood set up a small log to rest up against and made a fire. She was poking it with a stick staring into the flames as a wolf howled in the night. She looked up at the moon holding out her hand soft as she whispered strange words under her breathe. Her prayer to the moon to the sun every morning to a better way of life for the people who she lost that day... She was the only survivor of that town which was now an ashed ruin and she had to remind herself of her people everyday.
Pagan Yanik
