Feia was born a slave, held captive to the outlaws of Dankbark forest.
Like her mother, she was tasked with cleaning the tunnels underneath the
woods. Her measley rations were withheld if her masters found a single
speck of dust. The simple task proved challenging, and more often than not,
Feia worked to the grumblings of an empty stomach.
Despite her circumstances, Feia was never miserable. The gift of the forest
allowed her to take a gentler form with which to sneak into the night, to
dance to birdsong, and to bathe in moonlight. Before ending her nightly
soujourns, she would be sure to bring a few nuts back to nourish herself and
her mother in preparation for the next day's labor.
On one of nocturnal trips, Feia came across a stash of nuts squirreled away
by some forest creature. There was food enough to feed both her mother and
herself for the coming week. Elated, Feia hid the nuts within her fur, and
snuck them back to her mother. Unbeknownst to her, one of the nuts escaped
her fur pouch, and planted itself squarely in the middle of the quiet halls.
When morning came, Feia woke to a roaring guard barging into her cell,
determined to find the slave foolish enough to possess food beyond the
prescribed rations. The nuts were uncovered underneath her mother's robes,
and the punishment was merciless and swift. When the guard left the cell,
Feia's mother was a bloody pulp, gasping for each individual breath. Feia
held her mother in her lap, and with her tears, spilt a lifetime's worth of
remorse, sorrow, and anguish. When Feia's eyes dried, her mother was dead.
With no power to seek revenge, and no reason to stay, Feia stole away in the
silence of the night.
The price she paid was unimaginable, but she had learnt the most important
lesson of her life - Greed is Death.
Description:
The woman's shoulder length hair has been swept back to reveal a set of
feline features: fierce golden orbs, a quaint pointy nose, and a pair of
leaf-shape ears. Her needle-like canines peak out from behind thin lips,
and look sharp enough to rend flesh with ease. She carries her dainty frame
with graceful caution, and a feral undertone radiates from her every move.
[reply to Kilvar]