[center][b]Pyria
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[i]Child of the Flame[/i]

[b]Location:Actium[/b][/center]

"Umu." Pyria groaned in disappointment and dejection as the cold daggers of wind pierced through her meager and tattered clothing. Looking up at the sky, she recognized the patterns of weather shifting. It would be nice if she could find a warm and cozy place to huddle up and sleep, even though she knew she had been given the short stick. But one could only hope, right?

The dragon whelp examined her surroundings. Actium wasn't the most forthcoming of towns, and the locals were getting a little [i]too tired[/i] of having a ten year old girl pestering them for food and lodgings. With the ever present threat of the undead, most people had hardened significantly. It wasn't helping that back in her mind, there was a nagging feeling of setting her instincts free. [i]Burn them. Burn the hairless monkeys. Reap their flesh for your sustenance.[/i] Even she knew better than to listen to her short-sighted instincts. Sure, she could turn into her actual true form and start eating people, but in the end run, she would only make more enemies.

Clutching her quivering stomach with her manacled hand, she was instead peeking in the back of one of Actium's inn. Inns, sometimes threw up food that was still edible. She herself had seen it. But that was before her actual master had been killed. "Damn you." She said inbetween her teeth. "For a self proclaimed elite magus, you didn't last much." the kid hissed beneath her teeth as she continued rummaging through the trash.

And then, a sharp voice. "HEY, STOP MESSING WITH THAT YOU DAMN KID!" The infuriated figure of an innkeeper yelled as he strode past the inn door, frypan in hand. It was the cue to get out. Pyria bit her lip, as she started to run for it, back into the square. But it wasn't for long, as a sharp blow to the head cut her run short. [i]How does he manage to be that accurate with a frypan-[/i] She cursed as she fell face first on the cool pavement of the square. And then, someone yanked her leg, and lifted her up in the air. Not good.

"IF I SEE YOU PROWLING AGAIN YOU'RE GOING TO BE IN THE SPECIAL ROAST, DAMN KID!" The innkeeper puffed, as he tossed Pyria against the ground -again- and picked up his frypan. Pyria was about to cry. Or would be if she was just a human kid. There was it, a newcomer in a steed. With a quick glance, she knew this guy -or was it a girl?- had some gear that a peasant couldn't possibly afford. That feathery cloak seemed particulary fancy. 

"Umu." She put her best gameface and puppy eyes. Maybe she could get lucky today still. She straightened her ragged dress and got up quickly as she dragged her feet and cupped her hands, just like she had seen many beggars do before. "Spare a coin for a poor orphan?" She said, her nose bloodied by the impact and red hair frazzled up.