(OoC= Well, just for the visitors.
My profile, Xitra Hynin. Now give me something to do dang it. hah, I kid Safer. BiC)
The woods were dead silent as Xitra trudged through the autumn leaves on the ground, A
swish-thump every step. This golden door to this "Dome" place was harder to find than what was let on by the bartender. If it turned out to be false, he was going to chew out the bartender for a free drink.
He walked through another huge hollow log.
Phift. Xitra rubbed on the back of his neck, feeling where an acorn had smacked into him. He whirled around, drawing his twin sheikan blades of the soldier, purple hilt for the shadow temple that the place of his training lived near, yelling "You think that is funny. I dare you, do that again. I swear–,“
Phift. “god damn it." Giggling could be heard from the woods around him.
Xitra began to go after the little demons, but stopped, considering the fact that the skull kids were one with nature and would be hidden by the trees, drawing him further into the lost woods and off the path.
He sheathed his blades. He walked away.
Boom! The screams of pain and surprise could be heard throughout the forest. Birds startled and flying off, animals freezing in place. Xitra had made sure to drop a sticky-bomb before he left, lighting the fuse and sticking a shiny rock onto it. The skull-kid had picked it up and couldn't get it off his hand when it went off. No matter. His spirit would be released into the air, captured by the magic in the tree leaves and his body remade by the woods. It would survive, though it would have a head-ache for a few hours.
Xitra continued on, looking for his magic gate. After three more hollow logs, he began to hear a humming sound, like a bee nest in midday. He looked around and saw a faint golden glow. He walked toward it, the sound growing stronger. His feet quickened, with each step the gate he was looking for becoming ever so closer. Finally, he was there. All there was was a stone door way standing in plain site. The gate in front of him, standing there like a mouth waiting to swallow him. The gateway was golden, with swirls of black moving around the center. He swallowed, the pure glee in him causing him to hesitate, something he will not likely want to do once inside.
He put his hand through, the swirls disturbed as if they were on a pool of water. He pulled his hand back. It was warm. It must be a fire going in there. Only one way to find out. He jumped through. He stepped onto a solid stone floor that appeared to be made of gold and looked around. It was a huge circular room of filled with golden light, with doors on the walls every twenty feet it looked. He looked to the other side, seeing nothing but blackness like a horizon.
He looked around at the people who were already there before him. There were of all races, from Hylians to Gerudos, even people of races he had never seen before. All of them armed with some type of weapon, wether normal or strange. Some not even having weapons at all. The bartender had been right. This would be a challenging place indeed.
(OoC= Now you got to give me something to do Safer.)
P.S. If someone could tell me how to indent the first line each paragraph, but not the rest, that would be awesome.