Verita couldn't help but hung her head in sheer sadness and regret of what she had done. What was she thinking, helping strangers out of her Village only to be met with distrust and sneering comments towards her race? Silent as a grave she heard her questions and words to be left unanswered by everyone. The brush of a cloak besides her left arm told her the longest of the Ramen, the one she had been yelling at, was taking the lead of the group. She didn't even look up to see at what he was pointing at, she didn't care any more. It was obvious that none of the travellers trusted her enough to lead them out of this misery, so instead she kept walking and following her own way to the forest down below. Every now and then she kept glancing sideways at the blind and calmer Ramen of the two. Her eyes travelled from his strange clawlike feet up to his monstrous face. She felt like she couldn't breath as she watched the lethal looking stings that grew out of his head, the slits in his head that provided him with air. Averting her glance quickly, after she noticed the razorsharp needle-like teeth in his mouth. A nervous chuckle escaped her lips upon hearing the Ramen answer the human warriors question. He was called Razor, certainly a fitting name for a creature with an appearance like that.<br/><br/>She noticed the small fox-guy walking just behind her, and remembered his words lost in the fast escape of the cave near the bridge. She could feel a lump in her throat, obstructing her every ability to speak up once more, not even when the Darion had asked for their names. Instead she just waited and took her bow out from her back, span the string tightly between the beautifully decorated sandalwood ends. The simple action of preparing her weapon for the hunt, and the short tedious walk down to the forest took her mind off the strange and unsuspected happenings from before. However she still had not been able to fight back the tears that were welling up in her eyes.<br/><br/>She was biting her luscious red velvety lips when a small trickling drop of salty tears slid its way down her rosery cheeks. Trying to hide her expression and mood, she flicked her long goldenbrown hair with a jerking motion of her head, making the strands of hair, together with the many feathers tied to it, fall before her youthful face. Her bow was still held tightly in her balled fists, blood leaving the skin of her fingers as it went from rosery red to pearly white. She had mixed emotion about everything, but one thing was for sure, she would not let those men notice her tears.<br/><br/>Walking with a fast pace over the soft wet grass, she could feel the blades of green tickle the balls of her bare feet. She wasn't dressed for long travels, only wearing a thin old brown robe made out of cotton-like material, stretched tightly around her waist with the help of a leather bodice. It hugged her figure perfectly, her firm soft breasts jiggling gently over the leather with each decisive step she took. Despite her own efforts of hiding her skin from neck to ankles with the long robe, it was a useless, as it still revealed her every long lithe and strong muscle. She wasn't build like a brick, instead she looked like she had the physique resembling the muscles of a cat, lean and long, fast enough to sprint and jump on any occasion.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>