Mortikat

Within the daily rumors going around the cities in Vitalus a very piquing rumor startled the curiosity of two Reoseans. One certain Tyrian waved with his ears and tried to swipe away the annoying rumors flying through the air. It is always the same. A new day with new rumors about crates filled with gold and boxes with overlfowing treasure of overwhelming beauty. The little Chaser besides the dark coated Tyrian snickered amused. "You know it, they will never stop arguing about these crates!" With a wide amused smile glanced the little Chaser named Nemia at Yvenrijias who slightly spaced out vexed. Little pats let the dark fur of the Tyrian, which shimmered dark blueish, jitter in the soft wind. "I guess we have to find out. I'm somehow curious about these crates. If they are really are just a rumor or if there is a truth behind." Said Nemia as she closed here eyes being in thoughts where as Yvenrijias just shook his head in disbelief. "I guess I can't argue with you...so..." Said the