((OOC: Alright, i'm gonna be honest with you all. If this doesn't work out i'm going to stop trying to get these group things going. Now, one of the things I think make these things fail is a flood of posts. I'm only going to have two rules for the RP: POST ONCE AND WAIT FOR EVERYONE TO GET THEIR POST IN. Meaning that if there are three people, let the third person post before you, being the first person, post again. Meaning don't go off into your own little section. Lets all try to stay together. Second rule, NO GOD MODDING. If you are making an action, you MUST give the other person a chance to react. Thank you))<br/><br/>In the wasteland of a ruined kingdom was the scene of a slaughter. Thousands of two opposing armies lay dead. There were few who lived, even less who were unscathed. Only one, in fact. Her name was Salim. She was sitting against her broadsword which she had planted in the ground, trying to rest. She was a demi neko, wearing a leather bra over her ample breasts and black leather leggings over her slender legs. Her black hair was filthy, drenched with mud and blood. Her skin was covered in day old scars. Her ears were limp and her tail was unmoving. Her green eyes were devoid of light. Her supplies were gone, medics dead, and no sustenance around to keep her sated until help came. Well, with the acception of the dead bodies. But those would only be saved for emergency. There were only two things she feared now; that an enemy would find her and try to finish her or the scavenger team wouldn't find her in time. She barely had the strength to breath, let alone go back to her homeland...