WAILING DREAD

"ARGH...." A disgruntled groan could be heard a little distance away. You would be surprised what made those misreable groans. A young girl not older than seven, she had short curly hair, distinctive round blue eyes, her small feature made her look cute a little, she wore a small ragged cloth with little holes in it and allot of stains that you won't even know the original color. She was escorted more or less carried by a young man not up to his twenties. looking at him, he had a frail figure, brown eyes, and had a pale face more like he looks like someone who hasn't eaten for days. "ARGH...." she groaned again as if trying to catch the man's attention "If you don't stop your grumbling we'll never make it in time" the man told her disdainfully. "But it's... too far I'm... I'm not sure ... I'll survive bef.... then" she said weakly "Well you better suck it up and bear we'll soon be there " he interrupted "ARGH..." They were headed for where most of the straddlers take refugee. It's been long weeks full of pain, hunger, fear and uncertainty of what tommorow may bring, but after all the suffering and struggling they finally might just make it. The place they where headed to was gulfing dematour, it was a town founded by a great warrior who slayed two dragon and won many wars for the king, after all the battles and adventure he went through, he finally came here to rest and start up this small town. He actually intended for this place to be desolate and peaceful for him to spend the rest of his life here but who would have thought that his dream would be short lived when a war took place and displaced alot of people from their home with no where to go, so he actually let them stay in his territory. Years passed people started building settlement there and turn it to a small town, now it a place of refugee for people who lost their home due to one disaster or another. Soon the a boy with a young girl at his back arrived at the town. It was a small town now busting with people. most of the time he saw beggars and homeless people on the road as they passed by. Infact he knew by no means was their trouble over but at least it will save them from the beast out in the wasteland. 'So first I have find us some food before this little raft starts getting strange thoughts'. Just as he was wondering how he was going to find food for him and his little friend, without actually looking at where he was going, he accidentally stumbled and fell on someone . "argh... you have a death wish kid".a loud growl could be heard under him. "no... I'm... very sorry sir". he rushed to get off the stranger. Staring at the figure, it was a man with lightly plated armor on his body with a small sword at his right side of his belt. His hair color was brightish brown with some curls at some parts, he had gray eyes and his face was filled with beards same color as his hair, he looked close to his forties and somehow has a built but small physique. "Doesn't look like it, wait! you're trying to steal from me?".he said angrily as he drew out his sword. "You know what we do to thieves around here" "nonono...no sir i..i..i.. didn't mean to i..i..i.. just..." The young lad said stammering while crawling backwards. **** Somewhere not far from the ruckus a man could be seen standing in front of a tavern. He had black hair that was combed all the way to the back and reached the lower part of his neck but it till looked good and well kept, his eyes where brown and he looked to be in his late twenties even if he had no facial hair. He wore a thick leather cloth and lose armor on it. He looked to be waiting for someone at the stall.at the other end of the tavern someone could be seen approaching him, a large woman, well not too large but bigger than the average woman you see around even with the muscles she had you could still see that she was well endowed and had a slightly nice shape. She wore a lose gown and had two pouch of drinks in her hand. "Common, give me two more, you can't expect me to be that weak on my liquor". Said a man behind small tavern counter "That's what you said the last time Dirius but you couldn't even finish one before you passed out". Said the tavern owner "That's... that's different, because... because of some unexpected circumstances. how was I supposed to know that you put high tuning in those ones" he said trying to defend himself in the argument "Well you gotta deal with it, this is all I got". She said waving her hands as if the argument has already been won from the start. "It can't be you got a whole sto..."before he could finish his sentence he got distracted by the small commotion not too far from where he was. "what the f**k is happening now. I'll be right back" Leaving the tavern he went to where the commotion was, with a small crowd of people already gathering around that place. getting closer he could see a young boy on the ground beside him a little girl looking almost lifeless also on the ground while a group of watchmen apparently surrounding them with their sword drawn hoping to get violent him. 'Looks like the poor lad accidentally hit one of them and now they want to use him as an example to the crowd'. "I think that's enough Zintaor he learnt his lesson". "What do you want Dirius this is watchmen's business and it's non of yours, so just go back to your little hole and get drunk or something".rebuked sharply "Actually it is my business" he said while walking out to the little circle that the watchmen and the boy where at."this kid is my long lost cousin I can't let you just kill him. can i?". He said with a smog on his face.