OOC Name: Tasha
Current characters: Aquene, Miriam, Nadine, Sophrosnia, Torianna
How You Found Us: I live in the bowls
Your character's initial fight stats: POWER HOUSE
A role play sample (200+ words):
Sophrosnia spoke, not in the traditional sense but through the weight of her actions and the aching growl that caused a sting in her throat as she removed the bison’s cords from its throat, watching as it began to collapse, and aided by the father of her child. The blood dripped down her maw and her eyes leveled on the beast before looking back to the den, to where her daughter resided safely inside. The girl was beginning to move out and she would quickly move over to her to prevent her from leaving the den in her stumbling form.
She would use her nose to guide her back towards the back of the den before turning her head towards her two companions, the relief clear on her features even if she would not utter a single word… and the bison, while old, was not sick which meant it would provide them with food for some time before they would need to return to their usual hunting patterns. They could not go anywhere just yet, at least until Reverie could use some more.
Her nose twitched a bit before she sniffed towards them, her way of thanking them, inviting them closer in case there was another one and the bison was not alone… no doubt any traveling companion would be upset by it’s death.
And finally a bit about your character... The ring leader is here to cause havoc
Current characters: Aquene, Miriam, Nadine, Sophrosnia, Torianna
How You Found Us: I live in the bowls
Your character's initial fight stats: POWER HOUSE
A role play sample (200+ words):
Sophrosnia spoke, not in the traditional sense but through the weight of her actions and the aching growl that caused a sting in her throat as she removed the bison’s cords from its throat, watching as it began to collapse, and aided by the father of her child. The blood dripped down her maw and her eyes leveled on the beast before looking back to the den, to where her daughter resided safely inside. The girl was beginning to move out and she would quickly move over to her to prevent her from leaving the den in her stumbling form.
She would use her nose to guide her back towards the back of the den before turning her head towards her two companions, the relief clear on her features even if she would not utter a single word… and the bison, while old, was not sick which meant it would provide them with food for some time before they would need to return to their usual hunting patterns. They could not go anywhere just yet, at least until Reverie could use some more.
Her nose twitched a bit before she sniffed towards them, her way of thanking them, inviting them closer in case there was another one and the bison was not alone… no doubt any traveling companion would be upset by it’s death.
And finally a bit about your character... The ring leader is here to cause havoc
