#cpy and paste fucked this post up a bit

[bellamychevasym]

Oooooo Look, a Shiny! || Ying&Bella

@thefangshi

Where: Trade District Time: Midday Adjusted to Night with Approval Despite knowing that appearances were important, especially with his positions in the Shogun's family and the Emperor's court, the Necromancer known as Wei Ying hated having to bother with the trappings of his position.  The carriages were stuffy and slow, the official robes gis passenger made him wear were stiff and heavy and it had been at least a week since he'd had a decent bath, tea or meal.  in his opinion, the only good thing about this trip was that he got to see some of the countryside. ‘Come now, you know why we're doing this,’ came the sibilant whisper of his ever present mental passenger.  “No, I know what you told me and we both know you don't tell me everything.”  Ying glared at the smoky humanoid shape in the corner of the carriage that represented his death spirit.  No one else had ever seen or heard the spirit that he knew of in the 250 years since he had first come into contact with the cursed object that housed the death spirit.  ‘Don't be like that.  Have I ever steered you wrong before?’ Ying just glared at the spirit and huffed impatiently as the carriages came to a halt outside of the city of Destarin.  “My apologies Fangshi,” came the voice of one of the guards from outside the carriage.  “We need to clear the roads, it'll only be a few minutes.” Slumping against the carriage bench, the necromancer let out a very put upon sigh.  “But I'm boooooored and hungry,” he whined to himself.  ‘Then let's go exploring,’ came the whispered voice.  “I'm not supposed to leave the carriage.”  ‘It's not like you can die.’ That was all the more justification he needed before Ying was bouncing out of the carriage with a shrug and a jaunty whistle, following his nose through the market with nothing but a handful of Cheridian coins in his pouch.

Wolves at her heels the vampire wandered the road up through the center of the forest, petite thin shoes breaking twigs and crushing leaves. Were she to be hunted she'd have been an easy track for whoever followed, but not so easy a prey. Not with her wolves. Not with her fangs. Most left her alone on her trips into the woods, all but the creatures that hid within, the beasts she had befriended with a longing for her old life.

So perhaps it was not the market the man could smell on the edge of the town, the woods thick with the heat of the season, but rather the basket of food the vampire carried in her arms for the creatures. It was unlikely, unless he held exceptional senses, he could even smell the cooking of restaurants within the Cheridan district of Ashharren, or further within the trade district. So her basket of various foods wrapped in their own fabrics, was far more likely.

The vampire's steps did slow as she saw the hold up along the road, a carriage stuck behind a fallen tree. No doubt left there for this exact purpose, to stop wealthy approachers and rob them, but no one would risk robbing a royal carriage, it was far too much attention. Even approaching seemed dangerous and Bella cautioned herself slightly, eyes on the details that indicated it was from the region of the road it rested. Cheridan. Bella had never been but had come to know the designs and flourishes of the kingdom based on her time in Destarin, observing the guards who seemed to take in her wolves and her dark personage with caution, angling her steps away, deeper into the woods and off the path until...

A whistle, it drew the wolves attention immediately, Bella's gaze shifting half a second after to take in the man who seemed to bounce from the carriage, able to hear the jingling of wealth in his pocket. She hated that sound. Ears ringing as she heard it, fingers gripping the handle of her basket tightly and the haunches of her wolves reacting to her emotions by tensing slightly, not yet growling. She considered dipping deeper into the woods but with such casualty of the man she worried he would wander deeper and get himself killed, her wolves blamed by the guards the same way the wolves had been blamed before the war for the death of the princess.

"Sir," she called out instead, focusing her voice on remaining calm, stepping ahead of her beasts so they might not be so terrifying. "It's not safe to wander here," Bella informed him, the lace of her long dress sticking to broken twigs.