[P] Let it wash away my fears
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OOC Date: 11-23-2023, 07:11 PM
IC THREAD DATE: 11/21/2023  in  Paradise Ilse  —  

VAGRANT
Species Female Gray Wolf
Build Adult Athletic 50"
Trade NOVICE SENTRY
Trade NOVICE HUNTER
Health5 Dexterity
Arcana 5 Medicine
Charisma 2 Perception
Constitution 4 Stealth
Deception Strength
MagicCALLOUS
MagicBONE SPUR
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She had “arrived” a few days ago to this strange place. But no matter how different and new everything was, she didn’t feel out of place. Maybe it was because of Reed or because she made herself believe that the last chapter of her previous life was finished and she could begin again. So she could do better. Be better. She didn’t know if returning to the place where she woke up was a good idea. It made her anxious. She wasn’t the only one to come through this vast ocean and she most certainly won’t be the last. A small voice at the back of her head was making her entertain the thought of her father bathing in and ruining everything like her did just a few days ago. She had shaken the thought and pushed it at the back of her mind, locking it in a tight box. 

Now she had been laying on a rock, standing much above the ground, it’s texture warm from the rays of the sun that was now only inches away from disappearing behind the water line. Her eyes were closed, her ears had leaned back and the calm of the ocean noise had caused her to drift into a soft slumber. Her claws were unconsciously scraping the ground every now and then, until the soft thud of steps against the sand, ears rotated, but she remained with her eyes closed. Years of fights had her prepared for anything, her tail still, her body appearing almost as if it was part of the rock, aside from the soft rise and fall of her chest and sides. A moment later the softest of thuds, stopped. Her head turned the way the sounds were coming from and then her eyes opened. Bright yellow and orange danced in the fading light of the sun as she observed the creature. It looked like a wolf, but it had mutations all over it’s body. Curiosity made her move. Muscles shifted as her body rose and she stretched without a care in the world. Her legs chose their steps carefully as she got down from her “throne” and and landed on the sand with a thud. Head rose as her tall frame fixed the wolf, now in front of her, taking in all the details. Staring might not be polite, but she could care less.


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