Now wasn't this just special? Walking down throughout the cave, just barely getting past the entrance, was a strange little group, here for a bit of Akail hunting fun, just like everyone else who was coming around.
At the head of the group was a young girl, looking somewhere around nine, who was dressed up similar to a maid, or perhaps it was better to say like a lolita. Her frilly dress was black with a few white accents, rimming the bottom, top, and sleeve openings. Longer white sleeves came down from under the shorter black sleeves as well, and her hands were covered in dainty black gloves. Her legs were covered by black leggings with similar white rimming, pretty much all the way up. Cute buckled shoes, also black, covered her feet. Unlike her mother, despite being a Kuhna, she wasn't showing off her ears or tails while in this form. The only thing that gave her away for what she was were the rainbow colored flames that harmlessly burned in each step she made.
A Void Battleheart walked just behind her with an emotionless look to it's face, seemingly loyal. It blended in well with the darkness, covered in the black scales that it was. The only thing that gave it away was the bits of purple glowing properties it had. It had been fine with coming on this journey, but wasn't so happy about the other company aside from Emilia.
And by that other company, it was meant to point out the two Rooskens just some odd steps behind them. Both of them looked human, like that leading them, but they were a good bit older. In their late teens, early twenties, perhaps. The first was the Treasure Roosken. He was a blond, the hair cropped short in a choppy way at the sides, but styled back into a weird spike pattern. He was simple with his wear, compared to the other. A pair of bland tennishoes, really didn't stand out what so ever, gray-white pants adorning a golden thread line, a white shirt, and a black leather jacket. He may have been walking alongside the other Roosken, but was leaning away from him, like he much rather would have gone here without him, but it was all his own fault that the Blaze kept getting closer and closer. He was leaning his own self over, to counter act the first male's leaning away. What was funny was that he was smiling, chattering away about some random nonsense. Obviously, he had a sunny disposition. His hair was a red-orange, a little more on the orange side, with blond highlights. It just hung down, almost to the shoulders, also choppy. He was wearing a tight deep orange tube top with an elegant yellow-golden swirl pattern, which was rimmed in the same yellow-gold, the top and bottom. There was a more red belt, three or some inches wide, with a gold clasp around his waist, just on the bare flesh. Held on by gold, metal, arm bands, on the upper part of his arm just below the shoulder, he had semi see threw sleeves that draped down, matching the tube top he wore. Likewise, he had something like a wrap, made of the same material as the sleeves, around his lower half. It draped off to the right, reaching about mid-calf. Which meant is whole left leg was seen, all the way up, but he was wearing small reddish shorts, matching the belt, beneath the wrap. As for shoes? He wasn't wearing any at the moment.
It went without saying that the group really did have nothing in common, aside from the two facts that they came from the same place, and they were all seeking an Akail, just for the heck of it.
