*She smiled at how happy she had made the new member of her pack* "I'm just glad to have a pack once more."
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*Saaria'a begins to unsheathe her short sword, then pauses and resheathes it deciding not to risk cutting her thumb off by accident, her nails than grow out into claws, as her face becomes a bit more wolf like and her canines become proper predatory fangs and she slices her right thumb with her left claw which lights on fire as she signs her name in blood, and then her claws go out and she slowly shifts back* "There we go all done."
"So... you never did answer as to how one becomes an official member of Grayfall pack... I mean guild."
"Oh no I ate on the way here, and there is a nice stream not too far away so I had some nice water, I don't drink alcohol it does not sit well with me."
*She firmly grasps it and shakes* "It's nice to meet you too" *She then reaches out her hand to help Lilith up* "So what do I need to do to join up, I'm ready to face any trial, be it slaying a demon or facing the guild head in combat, I am prepared."
*Saarai'a walks forward to help lift the drunken man off of Lilith, and smiles* "Of course I want to join, why would I come all the way out here if I didn't." *As she helps lift Drek, scars that appear to be claw marks on her arms become visisble*
*Looks the newcomer up and down, and then returns his attention to Lilith waiting for her response anxiously*
*A light flashes in her eyes, as she smiles her canines appearing slightly longer then they should* "Wonderful, my name is Sarrai'a, and I heard about the tragedy that befell your guild, and well......" *Her eyes go blank as she is pulled into the memory of what occurred to her past guild for several seconds before shaking herself out of it* "Sorry about that, I recently underwent a similair tragedy and was hoping to find kinship among those who have suffered as I have and hopefully we can help each other over come what has happened to us." *She gives a weak smile*
Her hair is shorter, but this is a general idea of what she looks like
NAME
Sarrai'a
SPECIES
Wood Elf/Lycan
AGE
175
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT
6'0" 150lbs
BIO
Sarrai'a is the last living member of her order, who were all slaughtered by a monster, which she has since learned was a pit fiend, years ago that looked her directly in the eyes and left her alive an event that still haunts her to this day. She is a practitioner of a bit of blood magic, though she was never properly trained, her true talents lie in her martial combat, and she carries her masters cane, and his blood which made her a lycan like the rest of the order, with her as a reminder of her old order. She was looking for a guild to join and heard of the tragedy that befell Grayfall and felt she might find kinship among those who had suffered like she had. Once she forms attachments she will defend those to whom she is loyal with her life, and expects the same in return. As she views those she travels with as her pack whether they are lycans like her or not and having lived in a pack for most of her life she is used to being treated in the same way. Even when not in hybrid form she retains the powerful sense of smell and hearing of her wolf form, having trained for years to help control the beast within. While reluctant to early on once you have earned her trust, if interest she is willing to help members of her pack to join her in being a lycan by helping them undertake the taming just as she did years ago, and helping to teach them what little blood magic she knows, though she plans to learn more about the arts of the blood hunters through the book of rites she was able to recover from the order's headquarters before she left.
Her form when she gets serious in a fight or someone threatens her pack.
*From out of the forest steps a wood Elven women wearing studded leather with a short sword at her side and a walking cane that sparked when it struck stone, while fairly presentable her eyes seemed vacant and distant* "Is this the headquarters of Grayfall," *She said in a surprisingly gnarled voice*
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