Abandoned Realms Homepage

Fangs and Claws

Deep in the woods north of Timaran is a small village where I came to know and love the animals of the forest. My parents were hard working farmers who sold their local produce and meats at a near by market place. As a small child I wanted nothing, but to impress my father and show him I was worth more than just a farm hand. Unfortunately my father was the type of man who valued his sons over his daughters. In our family the greats pride and honor was our hand to hand combat trials after our family dinners. My older brothers were masters due to their size and strength. As I grew older I begged my father to compete against my brothers, but he always said I could never match their strength and it would not be a challenge for them. My brothers laughed at me and I felt the pain and shame of my family. I retreated to the forest and sought shelter that night in a near by cave. As night fell and the darkness filled the void, I could hear a low growl coming closer and closer. I realized that I was in the den of a tiger and I was sleeping near here cubs. The terror filled every inch of my being, the mother tiger jumped at me and I rolled under her. Her razor sharp talons sliced my back and she bit my neck. With my injuries I thought for sure I would die. Miraculously the next morning I was completely healed, I ran home to tell my family what happened the previous night. My father laughed and said I was lying, my brothers threw rotten tomatoes at me. I could feel my anger rising, a primal roar shook our home and my fathers and brothers stood still in fear. I could feel myself growing in size, fur covering my body and razor sharp claws and fangs coming out of me. In the very next moment, I returned back to my normal form. My father took a pitchfork and my brothers took torches and drove me away from our village. I ran and hid seeking the teachings of anyone like me. I returned to the tiger den and found a small quiver with the familiar markings from a dream. I took the quiver to find it's meaning and perhaps the answers to my changed life.

Strength and confidence emanate from the woman before you. As you lock eyes you are drawn to her sense of honor and courage. The first thing that you notice about her are her ears. They perk up and twitch with the slightest sound and movement. At their apex they come to a slight point, but finish with in a crescent shape. Her head is cleanly shaven on each side, but a large mane of hair that has been colored rouge to compliment the burning fire within her soul. Her face is soft and round as you notice multiple sun kisses on her cheeks and nose. Her skin has been bronzed from prolonged exposure to the sun. Her long eye lashes and supple lips momentarily distract you from her fighting spirit. Her body is well toned as you notice her tense biceps and triceps. Her back muscles ripple as she stands at attention forever focused. Her emerald green eyes stare back at you as her pupils begin to dilate from the war drums in the distance. You can see bits of leaves and twigs about her armor and a simple leather quiver with the inscription "Never give up."

Rithgjar [reply]

, 0

down you go!

Davairus
0
cheers
, 0
boos
, 0
yawns
.
this is catchy

[reply to Rithgjar]

Vhrael

[reply]

Saw this coming. The last several logs have looked (to me) like you'd just given up. Several of the duels look like you were content to just sit and eat damage instead of flee/counterattack or change up strategy.

I know the deaths to Kizra pissed you off, but when I saw "I've given up" or "I don't care anymore" or something in one of your log titles, I figured you'd gotten past the point of caring. It's a shame, but I hope you bounce back and work on the next one.

[reply to Vhrael]