Avarille Goldenthorn
Established
How does this always happen to me?
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 74
Appearance: Diminutive even for her particular species of Elf, Avarille is exactly five feet tall. She has a delicate bone structure that is rather in opposition to her toned musculature, developed from years of roaming around doing questionably intelligent things. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders and is a brilliant red-gold color, formed into wild curls and generally worn free. She has big brown eyes, so dark that they almost look black, that only make her look more innocent, especially when taken into consideration with her pixie-like features -- full lips that are almost always smiling, a button nose, and the high-arched cheekbones that most species of Elves seem to possess. Typically, she wears a pair of knee-high laced boots in tan, with breeches of the same color, a white shirt beneath a dark brown vest, and an odd short-cut green coat with long sleeves and a hood.
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Equipment: Ava carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, two long knives (the blades themselves are about two feet long) with brown leather-wrapped grips, worn in sheaths at either hip, and a belt with an assortment of pouches carrying spare bowstrings, a whetstone, and various shiny things she picks up during her travels. She carries a satchel where she keeps a length of rope and food supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Ava is an expert archer and an adept combatant. Like most Elves, she is skilled at blending into her surroundings and veritably disappearing when she wants to, especially in the trees. And that's about where her good traits end -- she's hilariously clumsy, especially for an Elf, and can't dance or carry a tune to save her life. A unique ability of the Neluri Elves, of which she is one, is the ability to transform into a feline shape -- in Avarille's case, it's an ocelot.
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Biography: Avarille was born in the Plains of Neluri as all her kind were, and she had a relatively happy life. Her mother was kind and gentle, her father stern and duty-driven, but they loved her dearly. She had a fairly carefree childhood, until the day when she was out in the Plains with her best friend, Erevin. A raiding party of Dark Elves appeared and took him captive, nearly getting Ava in the process. She managed to escape, but has lived with the guilt of seeing her best friend taken every day of her life. She had just reached adulthood when her parents announced that she was to marry the son of their peoples' leader, a prospect that horrified Ava, not only because she had no desire to marry, but *especially* not Maldreth Tanir. In the middle of the night, she packed her weapons and some supplies, and left. Venturing beyond the edges of the Plains of Neluri was forbidden to her people, but a need to escape her fate and a desire for adventure led her to do just that. She had many adventures and met many people, but bad luck seemed to plague her wherever she went.. which is what led to her ending up trapped in a box in her feline form, put on a ship, and sent to Goddess only knew where.
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Allegiances: Freedom!
Place of Residence: ..In a box.
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 13:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by Avarille Goldenthorn on Feb 2, 2024 21:31:45 GMT -5
Leaving that port city behind had definitely put Ava at ease, though she was reluctant to take to her fur again, after being trapped in it for so long. The lure of forests was too great to resist, especially for someone who'd grown up in a massive flat grassland filled with stunted, wiry trees. She'd followed the path out of the city and toward the forested peninsula, a spring in her step as she hummed off-key to herself. As soon as she was among the trunks, she sighed in relief, veering off the path and into the underbrush beneath the branches, sunlight dappling the ground around her.
"I was starting to think I'd never make it out of that cage. I wonder why that bird saved me?"
Who was she talking to? No one but herself. She was used to being alone and only having her own conversation for company, and that probably made her at least a little bit insane, but did Ava care? Absolutely not.
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The Beast of Tindalin Forest
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 76
Equipment: Leather armor, short sword, dagger, a bow, quiver of arrows, and basic camping supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled survivalist, fighter, hunter, and thief with a natural ability to shape-shift into a Panther.
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Biography: Beast hasn't thought on where he came from in a long time, his early life nearly forgotten to the point he barely recalls his real name. He was taken captive by Dark Elves looking for slaves, dragged into the Under Dark he was sold to a fighting pit. He spent years trapped under the earth, barely surviving the sadistic events he was thrown into but they slowly turned him into an exceptional fighter. Eventually, he managed to escape the fighting pits fleeing into far more dangerous wilds of the Underdark.
It took him two years before he finally found a route to the surface, his survival a testament to his luck and adaptability. When he finally saw the sun again it nearly blinded him and it took him weeks to recover. He found himself in human territory, he remembered enough of his former life on the surface to know he needed gold and had spent so long underground he wasn't picky about how he got it.
Turning to banditry, he robbed those he came across on the road. Eventually, thanks to his ability to shape-shift into a Panther, he became known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest the massive expanse of woodland straddling two different kingdoms where he made his home. He attracted fellow outlaws and formed his own gang, which eventually turned mercenary when a war broke out and one side started offering hefty sums of money in exchange for his band scouting the woods for them. This shift into more legitimate employ remained after the war, he and his band spent a few years going from conflict to conflict.
Eventually he and his men, The Beast's Rangers, were camping on the side of the mountain travelling toward a new contract. A cloud settled down around them so thick that they could barely see and when it lifted they found themselves... elsewhere.
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Allegiances: Captain of The Beast's Rangers
Registered: Jan 29, 2024 18:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Beast of Tindalin Forest on Feb 3, 2024 20:29:10 GMT -5
The port town had been easy enough to find, Beast hadn't approached it though. He didn't like cities though he was sure his men would be thrilled to learn of his existence. For his part, he'd decided to scout around it. He eavesdropped on the workers at the edge of the city, picking up what he could. Most of what he heard was local news, which was frustrating since he had never heard of Port Argentium.
He'd been about to head back to camp to inform his men of what he'd found when he heard something interesting. A group of people were sitting around sharing a drink and one of them told a story about a cat that had been freed from a cage on the docks, the cat had then turned into an elf before running away. It was the second part that interested him, so far as he knew he was the only elf that could turn into a cat, none of the drow could. He supposed she could have been a druid, but his curiosity was piqued so he'd decided to see if he could track her.
It didn't take him long to pick up a distinctly feline scent. He stalked it into the forest and not long after that he found his prey. She was talking to herself when he erupted out of the forest near her. He stared her down, a massive black panther, lips curling back to show teeth. He figured if anything would get her to transform, this would probably be it.
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Avarille Goldenthorn
Established
How does this always happen to me?
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 74
Appearance: Diminutive even for her particular species of Elf, Avarille is exactly five feet tall. She has a delicate bone structure that is rather in opposition to her toned musculature, developed from years of roaming around doing questionably intelligent things. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders and is a brilliant red-gold color, formed into wild curls and generally worn free. She has big brown eyes, so dark that they almost look black, that only make her look more innocent, especially when taken into consideration with her pixie-like features -- full lips that are almost always smiling, a button nose, and the high-arched cheekbones that most species of Elves seem to possess. Typically, she wears a pair of knee-high laced boots in tan, with breeches of the same color, a white shirt beneath a dark brown vest, and an odd short-cut green coat with long sleeves and a hood.
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Equipment: Ava carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, two long knives (the blades themselves are about two feet long) with brown leather-wrapped grips, worn in sheaths at either hip, and a belt with an assortment of pouches carrying spare bowstrings, a whetstone, and various shiny things she picks up during her travels. She carries a satchel where she keeps a length of rope and food supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Ava is an expert archer and an adept combatant. Like most Elves, she is skilled at blending into her surroundings and veritably disappearing when she wants to, especially in the trees. And that's about where her good traits end -- she's hilariously clumsy, especially for an Elf, and can't dance or carry a tune to save her life. A unique ability of the Neluri Elves, of which she is one, is the ability to transform into a feline shape -- in Avarille's case, it's an ocelot.
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Biography: Avarille was born in the Plains of Neluri as all her kind were, and she had a relatively happy life. Her mother was kind and gentle, her father stern and duty-driven, but they loved her dearly. She had a fairly carefree childhood, until the day when she was out in the Plains with her best friend, Erevin. A raiding party of Dark Elves appeared and took him captive, nearly getting Ava in the process. She managed to escape, but has lived with the guilt of seeing her best friend taken every day of her life. She had just reached adulthood when her parents announced that she was to marry the son of their peoples' leader, a prospect that horrified Ava, not only because she had no desire to marry, but *especially* not Maldreth Tanir. In the middle of the night, she packed her weapons and some supplies, and left. Venturing beyond the edges of the Plains of Neluri was forbidden to her people, but a need to escape her fate and a desire for adventure led her to do just that. She had many adventures and met many people, but bad luck seemed to plague her wherever she went.. which is what led to her ending up trapped in a box in her feline form, put on a ship, and sent to Goddess only knew where.
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Allegiances: Freedom!
Place of Residence: ..In a box.
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 13:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by Avarille Goldenthorn on Feb 4, 2024 20:48:59 GMT -5
Had she been any less of, well, an utter dipshit, Ava probably would've realized she was no longer alone in the forest. As it was, she was cute and a damn good archer, but she was also somewhat of an oblivious moron at times. Which meant that the last thing she was expecting was for a giant ass black panther to suddenly lunge out of the trees at her.
"WAGH!"
Her cry of alarm almost immediately morphed into a feline yowl of terror as she rippled and shrank, leaving a tiny ocelot standing in her place. Although not for long. She might be small, but she was fast, and she'd gotten damn good at climbing trees since she left the Plains. So that was exactly what she did, bolting up the nearest trunk and not stopping till she was safely in the branches, where she perched and hissed down at her attacker. What the hell?!
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The Beast of Tindalin Forest
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 76
Equipment: Leather armor, short sword, dagger, a bow, quiver of arrows, and basic camping supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled survivalist, fighter, hunter, and thief with a natural ability to shape-shift into a Panther.
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Biography: Beast hasn't thought on where he came from in a long time, his early life nearly forgotten to the point he barely recalls his real name. He was taken captive by Dark Elves looking for slaves, dragged into the Under Dark he was sold to a fighting pit. He spent years trapped under the earth, barely surviving the sadistic events he was thrown into but they slowly turned him into an exceptional fighter. Eventually, he managed to escape the fighting pits fleeing into far more dangerous wilds of the Underdark.
It took him two years before he finally found a route to the surface, his survival a testament to his luck and adaptability. When he finally saw the sun again it nearly blinded him and it took him weeks to recover. He found himself in human territory, he remembered enough of his former life on the surface to know he needed gold and had spent so long underground he wasn't picky about how he got it.
Turning to banditry, he robbed those he came across on the road. Eventually, thanks to his ability to shape-shift into a Panther, he became known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest the massive expanse of woodland straddling two different kingdoms where he made his home. He attracted fellow outlaws and formed his own gang, which eventually turned mercenary when a war broke out and one side started offering hefty sums of money in exchange for his band scouting the woods for them. This shift into more legitimate employ remained after the war, he and his band spent a few years going from conflict to conflict.
Eventually he and his men, The Beast's Rangers, were camping on the side of the mountain travelling toward a new contract. A cloud settled down around them so thick that they could barely see and when it lifted they found themselves... elsewhere.
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Allegiances: Captain of The Beast's Rangers
Registered: Jan 29, 2024 18:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Beast of Tindalin Forest on Feb 4, 2024 21:10:28 GMT -5
The way she transformed was very smooth and reminded him somewhat of his own transformation. However, her feline form wasn't particularly impressive the little ocelot looked more like a house cat than a genuine threat. He bounded toward the tree she had sheltered in, his claws sinking into the bark as he shot upward heading toward her branch. The idea of changing back and trying to introduce himself didn't occur to him, not surprising considering he'd opened up as a Panther. But it was more than that, his many years in the Underdark had fomented into him many lessons. The most important was to start every conversation in a position of strength.
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Avarille Goldenthorn
Established
How does this always happen to me?
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 74
Appearance: Diminutive even for her particular species of Elf, Avarille is exactly five feet tall. She has a delicate bone structure that is rather in opposition to her toned musculature, developed from years of roaming around doing questionably intelligent things. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders and is a brilliant red-gold color, formed into wild curls and generally worn free. She has big brown eyes, so dark that they almost look black, that only make her look more innocent, especially when taken into consideration with her pixie-like features -- full lips that are almost always smiling, a button nose, and the high-arched cheekbones that most species of Elves seem to possess. Typically, she wears a pair of knee-high laced boots in tan, with breeches of the same color, a white shirt beneath a dark brown vest, and an odd short-cut green coat with long sleeves and a hood.
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Equipment: Ava carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, two long knives (the blades themselves are about two feet long) with brown leather-wrapped grips, worn in sheaths at either hip, and a belt with an assortment of pouches carrying spare bowstrings, a whetstone, and various shiny things she picks up during her travels. She carries a satchel where she keeps a length of rope and food supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Ava is an expert archer and an adept combatant. Like most Elves, she is skilled at blending into her surroundings and veritably disappearing when she wants to, especially in the trees. And that's about where her good traits end -- she's hilariously clumsy, especially for an Elf, and can't dance or carry a tune to save her life. A unique ability of the Neluri Elves, of which she is one, is the ability to transform into a feline shape -- in Avarille's case, it's an ocelot.
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Biography: Avarille was born in the Plains of Neluri as all her kind were, and she had a relatively happy life. Her mother was kind and gentle, her father stern and duty-driven, but they loved her dearly. She had a fairly carefree childhood, until the day when she was out in the Plains with her best friend, Erevin. A raiding party of Dark Elves appeared and took him captive, nearly getting Ava in the process. She managed to escape, but has lived with the guilt of seeing her best friend taken every day of her life. She had just reached adulthood when her parents announced that she was to marry the son of their peoples' leader, a prospect that horrified Ava, not only because she had no desire to marry, but *especially* not Maldreth Tanir. In the middle of the night, she packed her weapons and some supplies, and left. Venturing beyond the edges of the Plains of Neluri was forbidden to her people, but a need to escape her fate and a desire for adventure led her to do just that. She had many adventures and met many people, but bad luck seemed to plague her wherever she went.. which is what led to her ending up trapped in a box in her feline form, put on a ship, and sent to Goddess only knew where.
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Allegiances: Freedom!
Place of Residence: ..In a box.
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 13:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by Avarille Goldenthorn on Feb 6, 2024 10:41:31 GMT -5
Why was this panther so determined to get her?? She wouldn't even make a good meal! Two bites, and it could gobble her down. Yet it seemed that the big black beast was definitely intent on eating her, considering it was now coming up the tree after her. Well, it was big and strong, but she was quick and light. So there was only one thing for her to do. She turned and bolted toward the end of the branch, taking a flying leap once she was close enough, to land on another branch in a different tree. She scrambled for a moment until her claws caught purchase in the wood, and then she was taking off. It was a process she'd repeat as often as she needed to in order to escape her much bigger pursuer.
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The Beast of Tindalin Forest
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 76
Equipment: Leather armor, short sword, dagger, a bow, quiver of arrows, and basic camping supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled survivalist, fighter, hunter, and thief with a natural ability to shape-shift into a Panther.
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Biography: Beast hasn't thought on where he came from in a long time, his early life nearly forgotten to the point he barely recalls his real name. He was taken captive by Dark Elves looking for slaves, dragged into the Under Dark he was sold to a fighting pit. He spent years trapped under the earth, barely surviving the sadistic events he was thrown into but they slowly turned him into an exceptional fighter. Eventually, he managed to escape the fighting pits fleeing into far more dangerous wilds of the Underdark.
It took him two years before he finally found a route to the surface, his survival a testament to his luck and adaptability. When he finally saw the sun again it nearly blinded him and it took him weeks to recover. He found himself in human territory, he remembered enough of his former life on the surface to know he needed gold and had spent so long underground he wasn't picky about how he got it.
Turning to banditry, he robbed those he came across on the road. Eventually, thanks to his ability to shape-shift into a Panther, he became known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest the massive expanse of woodland straddling two different kingdoms where he made his home. He attracted fellow outlaws and formed his own gang, which eventually turned mercenary when a war broke out and one side started offering hefty sums of money in exchange for his band scouting the woods for them. This shift into more legitimate employ remained after the war, he and his band spent a few years going from conflict to conflict.
Eventually he and his men, The Beast's Rangers, were camping on the side of the mountain travelling toward a new contract. A cloud settled down around them so thick that they could barely see and when it lifted they found themselves... elsewhere.
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Allegiances: Captain of The Beast's Rangers
Registered: Jan 29, 2024 18:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Beast of Tindalin Forest on Feb 6, 2024 16:42:45 GMT -5
While, she certainly was agile. But panthers hunted in jungles and forests, a part of his wild side he'd fully embraced. He hurled himself after her bounding through the branches of the trees with less agility but far more speed. If she didn't want to be caught, her best pet was to find some kind of solid burrow to hide in. Of course, that would mean he'd cornered her which was exactly what he was trying to do.
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Avarille Goldenthorn
Established
How does this always happen to me?
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 74
Appearance: Diminutive even for her particular species of Elf, Avarille is exactly five feet tall. She has a delicate bone structure that is rather in opposition to her toned musculature, developed from years of roaming around doing questionably intelligent things. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders and is a brilliant red-gold color, formed into wild curls and generally worn free. She has big brown eyes, so dark that they almost look black, that only make her look more innocent, especially when taken into consideration with her pixie-like features -- full lips that are almost always smiling, a button nose, and the high-arched cheekbones that most species of Elves seem to possess. Typically, she wears a pair of knee-high laced boots in tan, with breeches of the same color, a white shirt beneath a dark brown vest, and an odd short-cut green coat with long sleeves and a hood.
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Equipment: Ava carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, two long knives (the blades themselves are about two feet long) with brown leather-wrapped grips, worn in sheaths at either hip, and a belt with an assortment of pouches carrying spare bowstrings, a whetstone, and various shiny things she picks up during her travels. She carries a satchel where she keeps a length of rope and food supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Ava is an expert archer and an adept combatant. Like most Elves, she is skilled at blending into her surroundings and veritably disappearing when she wants to, especially in the trees. And that's about where her good traits end -- she's hilariously clumsy, especially for an Elf, and can't dance or carry a tune to save her life. A unique ability of the Neluri Elves, of which she is one, is the ability to transform into a feline shape -- in Avarille's case, it's an ocelot.
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Biography: Avarille was born in the Plains of Neluri as all her kind were, and she had a relatively happy life. Her mother was kind and gentle, her father stern and duty-driven, but they loved her dearly. She had a fairly carefree childhood, until the day when she was out in the Plains with her best friend, Erevin. A raiding party of Dark Elves appeared and took him captive, nearly getting Ava in the process. She managed to escape, but has lived with the guilt of seeing her best friend taken every day of her life. She had just reached adulthood when her parents announced that she was to marry the son of their peoples' leader, a prospect that horrified Ava, not only because she had no desire to marry, but *especially* not Maldreth Tanir. In the middle of the night, she packed her weapons and some supplies, and left. Venturing beyond the edges of the Plains of Neluri was forbidden to her people, but a need to escape her fate and a desire for adventure led her to do just that. She had many adventures and met many people, but bad luck seemed to plague her wherever she went.. which is what led to her ending up trapped in a box in her feline form, put on a ship, and sent to Goddess only knew where.
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Allegiances: Freedom!
Place of Residence: ..In a box.
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 13:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by Avarille Goldenthorn on Feb 7, 2024 11:10:33 GMT -5
She could hear him crashing through the trees behind her. Why was this happening to her?? She just got freed from a box, only to find some crazy panther intent on making lunch of her. There was nothing for it. She would have to go aground. So she dove out of the trees, scraping bark with her claws on the way to the ground, and began scurrying through the trunks and roots, sniffing for any kind of prey scent. Finally scenting what smelled like a badger, she located its den, and squeezed inside, going as far back as she could. There she huddled, panting and trembling, and hoping the panther would just.. give up.
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The Beast of Tindalin Forest
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 76
Equipment: Leather armor, short sword, dagger, a bow, quiver of arrows, and basic camping supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled survivalist, fighter, hunter, and thief with a natural ability to shape-shift into a Panther.
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Biography: Beast hasn't thought on where he came from in a long time, his early life nearly forgotten to the point he barely recalls his real name. He was taken captive by Dark Elves looking for slaves, dragged into the Under Dark he was sold to a fighting pit. He spent years trapped under the earth, barely surviving the sadistic events he was thrown into but they slowly turned him into an exceptional fighter. Eventually, he managed to escape the fighting pits fleeing into far more dangerous wilds of the Underdark.
It took him two years before he finally found a route to the surface, his survival a testament to his luck and adaptability. When he finally saw the sun again it nearly blinded him and it took him weeks to recover. He found himself in human territory, he remembered enough of his former life on the surface to know he needed gold and had spent so long underground he wasn't picky about how he got it.
Turning to banditry, he robbed those he came across on the road. Eventually, thanks to his ability to shape-shift into a Panther, he became known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest the massive expanse of woodland straddling two different kingdoms where he made his home. He attracted fellow outlaws and formed his own gang, which eventually turned mercenary when a war broke out and one side started offering hefty sums of money in exchange for his band scouting the woods for them. This shift into more legitimate employ remained after the war, he and his band spent a few years going from conflict to conflict.
Eventually he and his men, The Beast's Rangers, were camping on the side of the mountain travelling toward a new contract. A cloud settled down around them so thick that they could barely see and when it lifted they found themselves... elsewhere.
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Allegiances: Captain of The Beast's Rangers
Registered: Jan 29, 2024 18:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Beast of Tindalin Forest on Feb 7, 2024 20:18:23 GMT -5
The panther arrived in time to see her legs vanish inside of the den. He slowed the a walk and shifted back into his elven form as he approached the opening. He crouched down and peered into the darkness, if he could see her then he'd draw his bow and ready an arrow. If she was past his sight, he'd get to work setting a snare to catch her when she came out.
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Avarille Goldenthorn
Established
How does this always happen to me?
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 74
Appearance: Diminutive even for her particular species of Elf, Avarille is exactly five feet tall. She has a delicate bone structure that is rather in opposition to her toned musculature, developed from years of roaming around doing questionably intelligent things. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders and is a brilliant red-gold color, formed into wild curls and generally worn free. She has big brown eyes, so dark that they almost look black, that only make her look more innocent, especially when taken into consideration with her pixie-like features -- full lips that are almost always smiling, a button nose, and the high-arched cheekbones that most species of Elves seem to possess. Typically, she wears a pair of knee-high laced boots in tan, with breeches of the same color, a white shirt beneath a dark brown vest, and an odd short-cut green coat with long sleeves and a hood.
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Equipment: Ava carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, two long knives (the blades themselves are about two feet long) with brown leather-wrapped grips, worn in sheaths at either hip, and a belt with an assortment of pouches carrying spare bowstrings, a whetstone, and various shiny things she picks up during her travels. She carries a satchel where she keeps a length of rope and food supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Ava is an expert archer and an adept combatant. Like most Elves, she is skilled at blending into her surroundings and veritably disappearing when she wants to, especially in the trees. And that's about where her good traits end -- she's hilariously clumsy, especially for an Elf, and can't dance or carry a tune to save her life. A unique ability of the Neluri Elves, of which she is one, is the ability to transform into a feline shape -- in Avarille's case, it's an ocelot.
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Biography: Avarille was born in the Plains of Neluri as all her kind were, and she had a relatively happy life. Her mother was kind and gentle, her father stern and duty-driven, but they loved her dearly. She had a fairly carefree childhood, until the day when she was out in the Plains with her best friend, Erevin. A raiding party of Dark Elves appeared and took him captive, nearly getting Ava in the process. She managed to escape, but has lived with the guilt of seeing her best friend taken every day of her life. She had just reached adulthood when her parents announced that she was to marry the son of their peoples' leader, a prospect that horrified Ava, not only because she had no desire to marry, but *especially* not Maldreth Tanir. In the middle of the night, she packed her weapons and some supplies, and left. Venturing beyond the edges of the Plains of Neluri was forbidden to her people, but a need to escape her fate and a desire for adventure led her to do just that. She had many adventures and met many people, but bad luck seemed to plague her wherever she went.. which is what led to her ending up trapped in a box in her feline form, put on a ship, and sent to Goddess only knew where.
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Allegiances: Freedom!
Place of Residence: ..In a box.
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 13:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by Avarille Goldenthorn on Feb 7, 2024 20:50:47 GMT -5
Her breathing slowly evened out as she hunkered in the burrow, listening for sounds of the panther stalking her. She thought she could hear it, for a moment, but then the sound.. changed. Her ears twitched at the sound of two feet resonating through the earth, rather than four. Had someone scared off the panther? But as the steps came closer, and the light was blocked by someone peering into the den, she realized that the person was looking for.. her? Maybe they'd seen the panther chasing her and wanted to see if she was alright? Must be a kind soul! She crept hesitantly closer to the opening of the burrow, uttering a pitiful mew.. and froze when she saw him setting an arrow to a bow. Oh, no. Not again!
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The Beast of Tindalin Forest
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 76
Equipment: Leather armor, short sword, dagger, a bow, quiver of arrows, and basic camping supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled survivalist, fighter, hunter, and thief with a natural ability to shape-shift into a Panther.
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Biography: Beast hasn't thought on where he came from in a long time, his early life nearly forgotten to the point he barely recalls his real name. He was taken captive by Dark Elves looking for slaves, dragged into the Under Dark he was sold to a fighting pit. He spent years trapped under the earth, barely surviving the sadistic events he was thrown into but they slowly turned him into an exceptional fighter. Eventually, he managed to escape the fighting pits fleeing into far more dangerous wilds of the Underdark.
It took him two years before he finally found a route to the surface, his survival a testament to his luck and adaptability. When he finally saw the sun again it nearly blinded him and it took him weeks to recover. He found himself in human territory, he remembered enough of his former life on the surface to know he needed gold and had spent so long underground he wasn't picky about how he got it.
Turning to banditry, he robbed those he came across on the road. Eventually, thanks to his ability to shape-shift into a Panther, he became known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest the massive expanse of woodland straddling two different kingdoms where he made his home. He attracted fellow outlaws and formed his own gang, which eventually turned mercenary when a war broke out and one side started offering hefty sums of money in exchange for his band scouting the woods for them. This shift into more legitimate employ remained after the war, he and his band spent a few years going from conflict to conflict.
Eventually he and his men, The Beast's Rangers, were camping on the side of the mountain travelling toward a new contract. A cloud settled down around them so thick that they could barely see and when it lifted they found themselves... elsewhere.
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Allegiances: Captain of The Beast's Rangers
Registered: Jan 29, 2024 18:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Beast of Tindalin Forest on Feb 7, 2024 22:21:59 GMT -5
"Come out, slowly, and take your true form." Beast ordered as he caught the ocelot's eye. He moved away from the opening but kept his bow trained on it. He'd cornered her and now so far as he was concerned she should listen to what he had to say. He didn't have any particular ill intent toward her, but life had taught him to exert dominance first before the other party had a chance to catch him on the back-foot.
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Avarille Goldenthorn
Established
How does this always happen to me?
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 74
Appearance: Diminutive even for her particular species of Elf, Avarille is exactly five feet tall. She has a delicate bone structure that is rather in opposition to her toned musculature, developed from years of roaming around doing questionably intelligent things. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders and is a brilliant red-gold color, formed into wild curls and generally worn free. She has big brown eyes, so dark that they almost look black, that only make her look more innocent, especially when taken into consideration with her pixie-like features -- full lips that are almost always smiling, a button nose, and the high-arched cheekbones that most species of Elves seem to possess. Typically, she wears a pair of knee-high laced boots in tan, with breeches of the same color, a white shirt beneath a dark brown vest, and an odd short-cut green coat with long sleeves and a hood.
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Equipment: Ava carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, two long knives (the blades themselves are about two feet long) with brown leather-wrapped grips, worn in sheaths at either hip, and a belt with an assortment of pouches carrying spare bowstrings, a whetstone, and various shiny things she picks up during her travels. She carries a satchel where she keeps a length of rope and food supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Ava is an expert archer and an adept combatant. Like most Elves, she is skilled at blending into her surroundings and veritably disappearing when she wants to, especially in the trees. And that's about where her good traits end -- she's hilariously clumsy, especially for an Elf, and can't dance or carry a tune to save her life. A unique ability of the Neluri Elves, of which she is one, is the ability to transform into a feline shape -- in Avarille's case, it's an ocelot.
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Biography: Avarille was born in the Plains of Neluri as all her kind were, and she had a relatively happy life. Her mother was kind and gentle, her father stern and duty-driven, but they loved her dearly. She had a fairly carefree childhood, until the day when she was out in the Plains with her best friend, Erevin. A raiding party of Dark Elves appeared and took him captive, nearly getting Ava in the process. She managed to escape, but has lived with the guilt of seeing her best friend taken every day of her life. She had just reached adulthood when her parents announced that she was to marry the son of their peoples' leader, a prospect that horrified Ava, not only because she had no desire to marry, but *especially* not Maldreth Tanir. In the middle of the night, she packed her weapons and some supplies, and left. Venturing beyond the edges of the Plains of Neluri was forbidden to her people, but a need to escape her fate and a desire for adventure led her to do just that. She had many adventures and met many people, but bad luck seemed to plague her wherever she went.. which is what led to her ending up trapped in a box in her feline form, put on a ship, and sent to Goddess only knew where.
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Allegiances: Freedom!
Place of Residence: ..In a box.
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 13:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by Avarille Goldenthorn on Feb 9, 2024 12:21:58 GMT -5
Her true form? Did this guy know what she was? How? Had he been at the docks when she'd been released? If so, why was he after her? And as an Elf rather than an ocelot? She had too many questions, and not enough answers, but hopefully she'd get them soon. She nodded to show she understood what he was saying, and cautiously crept out of the burrow. Once she had enough room, she changed shape, leaving a wary and frightened looking young Elf crouching there, golden-red hair falling around her face. She swallowed thickly, and licked her lips, speaking softly.
"Please don't shoot me. I haven't done anything wrong. If these lands belong to you, I'm sorry, I didn't know, I'm new to this area... I was just passing through and this panther tried to kill me."
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The Beast of Tindalin Forest
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 76
Equipment: Leather armor, short sword, dagger, a bow, quiver of arrows, and basic camping supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled survivalist, fighter, hunter, and thief with a natural ability to shape-shift into a Panther.
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Biography: Beast hasn't thought on where he came from in a long time, his early life nearly forgotten to the point he barely recalls his real name. He was taken captive by Dark Elves looking for slaves, dragged into the Under Dark he was sold to a fighting pit. He spent years trapped under the earth, barely surviving the sadistic events he was thrown into but they slowly turned him into an exceptional fighter. Eventually, he managed to escape the fighting pits fleeing into far more dangerous wilds of the Underdark.
It took him two years before he finally found a route to the surface, his survival a testament to his luck and adaptability. When he finally saw the sun again it nearly blinded him and it took him weeks to recover. He found himself in human territory, he remembered enough of his former life on the surface to know he needed gold and had spent so long underground he wasn't picky about how he got it.
Turning to banditry, he robbed those he came across on the road. Eventually, thanks to his ability to shape-shift into a Panther, he became known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest the massive expanse of woodland straddling two different kingdoms where he made his home. He attracted fellow outlaws and formed his own gang, which eventually turned mercenary when a war broke out and one side started offering hefty sums of money in exchange for his band scouting the woods for them. This shift into more legitimate employ remained after the war, he and his band spent a few years going from conflict to conflict.
Eventually he and his men, The Beast's Rangers, were camping on the side of the mountain travelling toward a new contract. A cloud settled down around them so thick that they could barely see and when it lifted they found themselves... elsewhere.
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Allegiances: Captain of The Beast's Rangers
Registered: Jan 29, 2024 18:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Beast of Tindalin Forest on Feb 9, 2024 19:55:04 GMT -5
"I wasn't trying to kill you."
He said bluntly, she didn't seem to have realized he was the panther which he supposed he could have used to his advantage. But he couldn't see any reason he would need to lie to her about that since he didn't really care what she thought about him.
"If I'd planned on doing so, I wouldn't have jumped in front of you. I heard about an elf who could turn into a cat, I was curious to see if it was true. What are you, some kind of druid?"
That was his guess, mostly because he assumed if she had anything in common with him she would have turned into a bigger cat.
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Avarille Goldenthorn
Established
How does this always happen to me?
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 74
Appearance: Diminutive even for her particular species of Elf, Avarille is exactly five feet tall. She has a delicate bone structure that is rather in opposition to her toned musculature, developed from years of roaming around doing questionably intelligent things. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders and is a brilliant red-gold color, formed into wild curls and generally worn free. She has big brown eyes, so dark that they almost look black, that only make her look more innocent, especially when taken into consideration with her pixie-like features -- full lips that are almost always smiling, a button nose, and the high-arched cheekbones that most species of Elves seem to possess. Typically, she wears a pair of knee-high laced boots in tan, with breeches of the same color, a white shirt beneath a dark brown vest, and an odd short-cut green coat with long sleeves and a hood.
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Equipment: Ava carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, two long knives (the blades themselves are about two feet long) with brown leather-wrapped grips, worn in sheaths at either hip, and a belt with an assortment of pouches carrying spare bowstrings, a whetstone, and various shiny things she picks up during her travels. She carries a satchel where she keeps a length of rope and food supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Ava is an expert archer and an adept combatant. Like most Elves, she is skilled at blending into her surroundings and veritably disappearing when she wants to, especially in the trees. And that's about where her good traits end -- she's hilariously clumsy, especially for an Elf, and can't dance or carry a tune to save her life. A unique ability of the Neluri Elves, of which she is one, is the ability to transform into a feline shape -- in Avarille's case, it's an ocelot.
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Biography: Avarille was born in the Plains of Neluri as all her kind were, and she had a relatively happy life. Her mother was kind and gentle, her father stern and duty-driven, but they loved her dearly. She had a fairly carefree childhood, until the day when she was out in the Plains with her best friend, Erevin. A raiding party of Dark Elves appeared and took him captive, nearly getting Ava in the process. She managed to escape, but has lived with the guilt of seeing her best friend taken every day of her life. She had just reached adulthood when her parents announced that she was to marry the son of their peoples' leader, a prospect that horrified Ava, not only because she had no desire to marry, but *especially* not Maldreth Tanir. In the middle of the night, she packed her weapons and some supplies, and left. Venturing beyond the edges of the Plains of Neluri was forbidden to her people, but a need to escape her fate and a desire for adventure led her to do just that. She had many adventures and met many people, but bad luck seemed to plague her wherever she went.. which is what led to her ending up trapped in a box in her feline form, put on a ship, and sent to Goddess only knew where.
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Allegiances: Freedom!
Place of Residence: ..In a box.
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 13:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by Avarille Goldenthorn on Feb 9, 2024 20:54:29 GMT -5
She blinked, those big brown eyes uncomprehending for several long moments, before it finally sank in. Then they widened, and her attention flashed to his ears, just visible past the blonde of his hair. He was also an Elf? And could shift into a panther? She'd done a lot of wandering since she'd left the Plains of Neluri, but she'd never encountered another race of Elf feline shifters. She supposed it was theoretically possible, if.. extremely unlikely. His explanation made her brow furrow, and she huffed in mild annoyance.
"Well you could've done without scaring the hell out of me... No, I'm not a druid. I'm a Neluri Elf. My people shapeshift into felines of varying sizes. Mine just happens to be.. small."
Something she'd been teased about endlessly as a child. But that didn't matter now. No, what mattered was this male in front of her, who could also apparently shapeshift into a feline. A big ass black panther. She crept hesitantly closer, sniffing at him curiously.
"Are you a druid? Have you always been able to turn into a panther? Where did you come from? Are there others like you?"
Yeah, now the floodgates were open, and Ava.. sometimes didn't know when to shut up.
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The Beast of Tindalin Forest
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 76
Equipment: Leather armor, short sword, dagger, a bow, quiver of arrows, and basic camping supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled survivalist, fighter, hunter, and thief with a natural ability to shape-shift into a Panther.
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Biography: Beast hasn't thought on where he came from in a long time, his early life nearly forgotten to the point he barely recalls his real name. He was taken captive by Dark Elves looking for slaves, dragged into the Under Dark he was sold to a fighting pit. He spent years trapped under the earth, barely surviving the sadistic events he was thrown into but they slowly turned him into an exceptional fighter. Eventually, he managed to escape the fighting pits fleeing into far more dangerous wilds of the Underdark.
It took him two years before he finally found a route to the surface, his survival a testament to his luck and adaptability. When he finally saw the sun again it nearly blinded him and it took him weeks to recover. He found himself in human territory, he remembered enough of his former life on the surface to know he needed gold and had spent so long underground he wasn't picky about how he got it.
Turning to banditry, he robbed those he came across on the road. Eventually, thanks to his ability to shape-shift into a Panther, he became known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest the massive expanse of woodland straddling two different kingdoms where he made his home. He attracted fellow outlaws and formed his own gang, which eventually turned mercenary when a war broke out and one side started offering hefty sums of money in exchange for his band scouting the woods for them. This shift into more legitimate employ remained after the war, he and his band spent a few years going from conflict to conflict.
Eventually he and his men, The Beast's Rangers, were camping on the side of the mountain travelling toward a new contract. A cloud settled down around them so thick that they could barely see and when it lifted they found themselves... elsewhere.
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Allegiances: Captain of The Beast's Rangers
Registered: Jan 29, 2024 18:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Beast of Tindalin Forest on Feb 10, 2024 21:22:06 GMT -5
Beast's reaction to her getting closer was to immediately draw the arrow he still had back as he brought the tip up to point at her face. "Don't get any closer. This stays civil if you don't give me a reason to get unpleasant." He said bluntly. "And I chose to scare you so you'd understand that I have no qualms about getting violent." If she ignored him he would loose the arrow, miss on purpose, and immediately leave while she was dealing with the mortal fear of thinking she'd been about to die. He was curious and cautious, but not to the point he was going to kill her over basically nothing. He'd just come back and knock her unconscious so he could tie her up before he questioned her next time. This really was his version of a civil conversation with someone he'd just met, with a weapon drawn and clear boundaries laid out.
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Avarille Goldenthorn
Established
How does this always happen to me?
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 74
Appearance: Diminutive even for her particular species of Elf, Avarille is exactly five feet tall. She has a delicate bone structure that is rather in opposition to her toned musculature, developed from years of roaming around doing questionably intelligent things. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders and is a brilliant red-gold color, formed into wild curls and generally worn free. She has big brown eyes, so dark that they almost look black, that only make her look more innocent, especially when taken into consideration with her pixie-like features -- full lips that are almost always smiling, a button nose, and the high-arched cheekbones that most species of Elves seem to possess. Typically, she wears a pair of knee-high laced boots in tan, with breeches of the same color, a white shirt beneath a dark brown vest, and an odd short-cut green coat with long sleeves and a hood.
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Equipment: Ava carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, two long knives (the blades themselves are about two feet long) with brown leather-wrapped grips, worn in sheaths at either hip, and a belt with an assortment of pouches carrying spare bowstrings, a whetstone, and various shiny things she picks up during her travels. She carries a satchel where she keeps a length of rope and food supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Ava is an expert archer and an adept combatant. Like most Elves, she is skilled at blending into her surroundings and veritably disappearing when she wants to, especially in the trees. And that's about where her good traits end -- she's hilariously clumsy, especially for an Elf, and can't dance or carry a tune to save her life. A unique ability of the Neluri Elves, of which she is one, is the ability to transform into a feline shape -- in Avarille's case, it's an ocelot.
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Biography: Avarille was born in the Plains of Neluri as all her kind were, and she had a relatively happy life. Her mother was kind and gentle, her father stern and duty-driven, but they loved her dearly. She had a fairly carefree childhood, until the day when she was out in the Plains with her best friend, Erevin. A raiding party of Dark Elves appeared and took him captive, nearly getting Ava in the process. She managed to escape, but has lived with the guilt of seeing her best friend taken every day of her life. She had just reached adulthood when her parents announced that she was to marry the son of their peoples' leader, a prospect that horrified Ava, not only because she had no desire to marry, but *especially* not Maldreth Tanir. In the middle of the night, she packed her weapons and some supplies, and left. Venturing beyond the edges of the Plains of Neluri was forbidden to her people, but a need to escape her fate and a desire for adventure led her to do just that. She had many adventures and met many people, but bad luck seemed to plague her wherever she went.. which is what led to her ending up trapped in a box in her feline form, put on a ship, and sent to Goddess only knew where.
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Allegiances: Freedom!
Place of Residence: ..In a box.
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 13:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by Avarille Goldenthorn on Feb 10, 2024 21:32:14 GMT -5
She recoiled like he'd already lashed out with a weapon when he warned her not to get closer, and she looked positively wounded. Couldn't he see she wasn't a threat? She could fight, yes, but that wasn't usually her first course of action. She was a peaceful, fun-loving girl!
"You don't need to be violent! I answered your question. I'm just curious about you. I've never met another kind of Elf that can shapeshift into a feline, and I've done a lot of traveling since I left the Plains of Neluri. My people never leave the Plains, so it makes more sense that you would be from a different race, but..."
Then something occurred to her, and she went completely still. There was the impression of feline ears tilting forward and whiskers twitching, even though she possessed neither of those features at the moment. It was just inherent to her nature. Now she was looking at him very intently, and her voice was carefully controlled when she spoke again.
"..When I was a little girl, my best friend and I were playing in the Plains.. and we were attacked by Dark Elves. He told me to run, so I did, and I brought the adults back to where we'd been attacked, hoping they could save him.. but by the time we arrived, he was gone. They told me he was as good as dead, and probably was dead.. but I never stopped hoping..."
It couldn't be. Could it? They had both been too young to develop their shifting ability at that point, so she didn't know if Erevin's other shape was a panther, but... No. It was far too much of a coincidence. Wasn't it?
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