ι'м αloɴe. ι'м ѕυвмerɢed ιɴ dαrĸɴeѕѕ. вυт ι'м ѕтroɴɢ. (ѕαrαн)

Sarah groaned. She had to remember who she was. Someone had told her that people go crazy in the Dead Lands, And she was also told by travelers to remember who you were helped.

I fell here to the Deadlands when I was 2 years old. I have one Brother, and maybe more siblings, but I guess I'll never know. I was raised with Banished travelers, or creatures who decided to live out here. I am fluent in multiple tongues. I have no Bond. I have studied Scrolls that kind Travelers have given me about this place's history. There is a dead flier in a cave connection near me. But it shows no signs of Decaying. I kill anything that gets too close to it. Now, sharpen your sword, and cook your meal.

Sarah Pushed her sword against some flint, holding it over a bunch of moss she hoped has flammable. She smiled as a blaze rose around her. She had learned to echo-locate, but it was easier to see with fire. She skinned her meal quickly, a Racoon the size of a deer. She cooked the meat quickly before beginning to eat. Then she sharpened her sword and spear with a hammer given to her. Then she decided to go fish at the river.

OOF: So, like....what's going to happen? I'm intriguied.

Oh, we will see....

Sarah smiled as she collected a pile of fish... then vaguely remembered the flyer body. Was it still there? SHe walked over, taking her kill and an array of weapons. Yes, the Jet Black flyer was still there, undecomposed.

OCC|| Will continue later.