She'd spent days in the world of TerraSphere, exploring the minor villages and country sides that had been just beyond the edges of Honeyhome and Kyra's original entry to the world. While she'd found an immense pleasure in the natural aspects of the world, her tastes had been soured by the consistent glares and harsh words she'd received from the locals - Landers, as she'd come to learn they were named. Slowly, she'd learnt about the wars that had occurred, scouring the landscape and turning Landers against the Starcalled; those like Kyra who had fallen from the stars and into the world itself.
She'd tried, as much as she'd been allowed, to show that she was different. That she had no desire to harm anyone, to cause trouble. Few had listened - and usually only those who had wanted to sell to her. She'd found her time in the world becoming more and more difficult, between the required transactions just to stay alive, and the attitudes of those she'd faced. Her patience had been a saving grace only in the essence of allowing her to stomach the clearly elevated prices, the lack of compassion and the general stonewalling she'd faced by locals - locals who had been reluctantly happy to accept her help once they'd realised she could be useful.
As if the real world wasn't unwelcoming enough...now the digital world includes its own form of discrimination. At least here I have the ability to somewhat survive regardless of people's....well, people.
She'd done well not to have to use much violence since entering the world - preferring to find peaceful resolutions where possible. Still, she hadn't been stupid. One of her first purchases had been the kusarigamas that hung at her hips, the chains rattling as she walked along the pathway leading deeper into the forests of Eastern Brisshal. She'd been following a rumour about a hidden temple within the forests, supposedly containing the remains of some lost civilisation, and more importantly a herd of sheep-like creatures that a farmer had desired. She'd taken the contract in the hopes of making some money, as well as good graces with the locals - likely a lost cause, based on how subtly they'd scorned her even as they agreed to her proposition.
Even though they'd been talking about how they dared not enter this area...they still almost turned me down. Just because of who I am. It's...it's appalling.
Her fists clenched at her side as she ground her teeth slightly, the fluff of a tail swishing back and forth behind her. She hated the way that they treated her, all because she'd come from the sky - as if she'd somehow been involved in the events that had occurred. Her words of argument, desperate as they were, always fell on deaf ears. She'd been forced to fight for every scrap of respect she'd managed - and even that was few and far between.
Her eyes flitted up as she heard the sounds of footsteps in the distance, slowly approaching her along the roadway. Her ears, atop her head and perked, flicked slightly at the sounds, picking up and pinpointing their direction, speed and a number of other details that she never would've noticed without them. At least there's some benefits to this world...some beauty in it all.
Kyra begins her exploration of the forests in hopes of finding something...
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