CarlyleCan not allow trespassers into Eden. Too many secrets. Healing riverspires... Not my intended meal task. Found bag. Must search. Not in the open, it might come back. I'll take this.
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Anger. How dare - UGH. Don't touch my things. Riverspire doesn't belong to you. Love and I will have your head for this pain. "Greetings." "Ground dwellers; dig traps from here to mount Treble. Flyers; follow them both and keep me informed. Swingers; you know what to do. Be careful family, these are not our normal outsiders."
Double trouble. New beast, not in the slightest unthreatening. Breath. Realign sights. Observe. Black scales. Razor Sharp tail. Wings. Climber. Brain, it can't be? Zakrom went rogue long ago and was put down. Spire claws won't do much damage hear. In need of backup. More eyes. Extra shade. YAWK YAWK YAWK. Oh now we speak up. Blood has been split. "Chika chika"
That noise. Ears say high. Infernape? Odd, early for his likes. Eyes scan. Wh - what in hell. INTRUDER. How? why? So much for the early birdy. *draw bow* Sharckits not attacking. No yawking. Looks human. Exorbitantly less breathing. Unarmed. Unfortunate. Must protect isle. Evade and distract
Golden morning. Chirping of sharckits strangely soothing. It means none intruders and minut chance the 'call of the wild' shall disturb getting the worm. Term of endearment brain has placed upon brothers and sisters of the forest who, for still quite mysterious reasons to brain, go rogue, attack, and leave brethren to attract intruders. Keeping forward: eyes and ears must run and acquire the worm. Larking toward sky horns today. Riverspires rather bleak. Note to brain: take trip to color chest on Treble mount and caress the woman. Riverspires no good if fallen and Melody yet has not paled a revival.
Shh
Username: JSAVVY
Character name: Corbeau
Age: 21
Race: Ash Phoenix
Class: Rouge Healer
Appearance: Flowing black hair of dust (when contacted by earth elements the ends tend to glimmer and spark maroon). Left eye of a violet color where the iris is nearly completely enveloped by the pupil, while right iris is a golden brown (blinding to anyone who should gaze upon it for too lengthy a period). Built of a sickly stature, seemingly frail and unable to walk without a crutch. Skin gray with the tiniest sprinklings of a magical fire orange glow(best seen in the darkest of times).
Short Bio: As a child of approximately 3 years old Corbeau was abandoned by her family. Shocked awake by the slight stir in atmosphere she runs to grab her mother's hand only to realize that neither her or her father were present in bed ( quite unkempt if I might add). As she runs outside she finds that the brilliant garden of freedom she once knew has already started to sink into the depths of evil and darkness. Come daylight it is well understood to Corbeau that anyone who should step foot onto the snapping grass of the forest is morphed into it's own worst nightmares and after only a few hours will have killed or deenergized all beings within it's limited 3 yard range. Enough about children, reminiscing is for the weak. I am a woman now and this is my story. I keep this forest safe from grabbers and uphold all standards of vermin. The silent, helpless beasts of the forest are the only faithful beings on earth and the rest of us, well, let's just say that in the end there is a kingdom of color for them and colorful furnace for us.
Good attributes: nurturing to the helpless creatures of Hellandisle (a.k.a. the black forest), memory of an elephant (knows forest like her own palm), heightened senses, resourceful, passionate sense of duty
Bad Attributes: emotionally unstable, power beyond control, racist, sheltered (nearly to the point of being mute), reluctance to kill
Character name: Corbeau
Age: 21
Race: Ash Phoenix
Class: Rouge Healer
Appearance: Flowing black hair of dust (when contacted by earth elements the ends tend to glimmer and spark maroon). Left eye of a violet color where the iris is nearly completely enveloped by the pupil, while right iris is a golden brown (blinding to anyone who should gaze upon it for too lengthy a period). Built of a sickly stature, seemingly frail and unable to walk without a crutch. Skin gray with the tiniest sprinklings of a magical fire orange glow(best seen in the darkest of times).
Short Bio: As a child of approximately 3 years old Corbeau was abandoned by her family. Shocked awake by the slight stir in atmosphere she runs to grab her mother's hand only to realize that neither her or her father were present in bed ( quite unkempt if I might add). As she runs outside she finds that the brilliant garden of freedom she once knew has already started to sink into the depths of evil and darkness. Come daylight it is well understood to Corbeau that anyone who should step foot onto the snapping grass of the forest is morphed into it's own worst nightmares and after only a few hours will have killed or deenergized all beings within it's limited 3 yard range. Enough about children, reminiscing is for the weak. I am a woman now and this is my story. I keep this forest safe from grabbers and uphold all standards of vermin. The silent, helpless beasts of the forest are the only faithful beings on earth and the rest of us, well, let's just say that in the end there is a kingdom of color for them and colorful furnace for us.
Good attributes: nurturing to the helpless creatures of Hellandisle (a.k.a. the black forest), memory of an elephant (knows forest like her own palm), heightened senses, resourceful, passionate sense of duty
Bad Attributes: emotionally unstable, power beyond control, racist, sheltered (nearly to the point of being mute), reluctance to kill
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