darkwolfmaster
The BloodRose Yokai
Hana walked down the dirt street in the beggars district of the Holy Capital. Her silvery-blue eyes darted around nervously. She was hoping, no, she was praying for a small miracle. Maybe today she could finally eat? She had been saving all of the little silver coins she had for that day. As of this moment, her stomach was as empty as could be. She had barely any energy left to heal the injured. Hana sighed as she sat down in a semi-clean spot, her priestess robes slightly dirtied from her three years of wandering the many districts of the Holy Capital. She had taken great care of her robes, they were her pride and joy. She was lost in her thoughts, thinking about her years as a priestess, that she didn't even noticed a mercenary gang approaching her.