[center][h3]── [i]Kerbera Slitherfangs[/i] ──[/h3][/center]

Upon the bow of a ship crashing amongst choppy waves, sat a towering beast of a figure that others on the ship were mindful of distance of. She whittle away at a piece of drift wood she had brought with her while her mighty weapon sat beside her, a warhammer that was nearly as tall as she was. Red eyes concentrating on her work while ears twitched listening to whispered conversations around her. Kerbera was use to being an oddity, an creature that brought as much attention as view of disgust depending on those that eyed her. Of course a quick growl and flick of her tail got the point across to mind their own damn business when one felt the need to get to close.

The ship was bound for a port midway between the villages of Fyrkat and Stavkat. A small land bridge connecting the two large landmasses of Islund. A small blip on any map but a perfect place for her to begin roaming. She was a long way from the small chain of islands to the south that had been her home since she was young but having no clan to call family made the break away easy enough. Her unusual last name of her own choosing the final choice she made before departing her homelands. The only issue seemed to be that at the point of time, the other weary travelers on the fated cruise seem to have little knowledge or witness to either gnoll or dragonkin, let alone one of mixed blood, making most stare at first when her towering form climbed aboard. One could hope the rest of Islund would be a bit more subtle with their disbelief and curiosity.

"sayteujpaida fohohlesyah," she muttered in gnollish tongue before placing the piece of semi carved wood away before standing to head below deck and get rest before eventual landfall.