03-15-2005, 06:59 AM
The Cloak billowed and swayed softly, it's lower hems whispering against the alleyway's dirt kissed surface. It didn't like the idea of running in general And running from guards of any sort could not have been a good thing. This violence was.....not the way. Strange had always promoted verbal resolutions to physical ones, though most knew he was more than merely adept in the mystical arts and could have banished a great many aggrivaters if he had so desired. Whomever this Kya person was needed to be found and found fast, lest their next encounter with the local find them not fairing so well.
It could still feel the local populace about them, though the apperance of the Asgardians had upset so many of them that it would be impossible to distinguish one lone scared heart in the village. They needed something to go on. A last known location. A picture. A strand of this Kya's hair. Something. But where could such a thing be found? Except for this strange individual they had all followed into the narrow passage it appeared as though the villagers themselves would be of little assistance, and with no thread to follow there were merely strangers in a strange land looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack.
In Wyoming.
It could still feel the local populace about them, though the apperance of the Asgardians had upset so many of them that it would be impossible to distinguish one lone scared heart in the village. They needed something to go on. A last known location. A picture. A strand of this Kya's hair. Something. But where could such a thing be found? Except for this strange individual they had all followed into the narrow passage it appeared as though the villagers themselves would be of little assistance, and with no thread to follow there were merely strangers in a strange land looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack.
In Wyoming.