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Thank you all for that. That helped me fill out this character in my mind.

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Elra Silverfang

Night of the Selection
Location: Dancing Badger, Timberholde, Ovyadell

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Elra padded back to her room. She pushed the door slightly and then changed. She pulled the blanket to the bed and partially covered herself.

There was a knock on her door. Then he said with concern, "I apologies for earlier, I did not know you were a shapeshifter. I know that you are wounded, and if you wish, I can help you." She knew the voice.

"Please come in Ernestus," she said as she covered herself. She was trying to reach back towards her ribs to put salve on them. Mostly to keep the bleeding from forming scabs with the sheets and tearing free. She had washed her face and rinsed her mouth of the blood. She had spent years on display: in cages and in chains.

"That's me, the terror in the night, the stealer of small children, and killer of livestock," she said with a sigh and with resignation. "I can't reach the wounds on my upper ribs," she said to him giving him permission to do something more than look at her and permission to touch her. Men sometimes needed help in that department. She held out the salve to him and pulled her hair out of the way. Her skin was pale and she bore scars across her back and sides from her time in captivity. Necromatic marks had be cut into her skin leaving permanent marks from spells that had been cast through her and using her. She had others, scars forming symbols of power on other parts of her body, but she wasn't going to show them off. They made her feel less than human and even if the scars could be removed, they were in her mind now. They were visible signs that she was claimed and touched by the dark arts. The fact that she enjoying the taste and feel of the man's blood did not help.

She moved slightly so the moonlight coming through the windows would shine on the wounds in the darkness.
"Do I need to go hide?" she asked Ernestus while trying not to cry.
She gave in putting her head in her hands and cried a bit, "He was trying to break in. I didn't mean..." she paused and let the tears flow. "If he wouldn't have struggled.." said trying to collect herself. She both regretted and enjoyed what she had done.

She couldn't really explain the wolf nature in her. The need to protect, to hunt, and to kill. She wasn't a cursed shapeshifter, she was a full born shapeshifter, the wolf was as much of her as the elf.

Right now, she would accept what ever kindness he would offer her.

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Elra Silverfang

Night of the Selection
Location: Dancing Badger, Timberholde, Ovyadell

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The wolf watched the blade, showing her bloody teeth and mussel with a little intensity. She had felt the Rouge's dagger and she wasn't going to feel a sword blade. Her master had tortured her enough with a blade trying to break her. It was the raising babies from their graves that did that and being forced to carry them around like a living child. The stories that the villagers provoked nightmares in her.

She laid near Arin and stretched a paw out. She freed the lock pick from under the man's body letting them see it. She moved back into a sitting position letting Arin's hand rest on her and leaned a little. The wound on her side bled a little.

She would pad back to her room and tend to it after the sword was removed. She looked up at Arin and sneezed wanting him to explain it. She wasn't going to change and discuss this with them without clothes and bleeding.

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Elra Silverfang

Night of the Selection
Location: Dancing Badger, Timberholde, Ovyadell

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When everyone had come up to their rooms, Elra set a ward on the hallway with her staff. It glowed gently as she chanted softly. When it was set she went back to her room and put a silver bell on a stand. She left the door propped open a little.

She laid the blankets on the floor and changed form after blowing her candle out.Getting out of the robes was easy, though the collar stayed. She had done this routine since she couldn’t remember except for when the magic forced her to hold her form.

As late evening changed into night, and night moved towards morning the bell rung. Which brought a growl from Elra. In the hall was a man trying the doors to see if any were unlocked. As he pulled a pick Elra pushed the door with her nose, as the Pincess’s door was coming open she attacked like a wolf in night. She hit the man in the back and biting at his neck, growling loud enough that others would wake from the sound.

The blood tasted good and she let the man thrash as she tore with her teeth till he stopped fighting. His dagger had cut her side but not deep. She was not sure if he was dead or not, and she did not care at that moment, she just held him waiting to be released.

She had told them that she was protective, they just did not understand how protective.

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Okay, posted. Now to out her secret to someone, maybe everyone.

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Elra Silverfang

Night of the Selection
Location: Dancing Badger, Timberholde, Ovyadell

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Elra finally got to the point she could relax as the pair flee. Her horse carrying supplies. She thought that was better than the horse trying to kill her. She knew that some of the group would think of her as being not worth much because she did not go sniff around the vaults. But there had been so many people in there the place stunk of humans even from the door.

She waited to see who would take her as their roommate. She wanted so bad to change form and stretch out on a blanket on the floor by the fire and be free of these robes. Her senses of smell, dark vision, and hearing were better in her wolf form. Most of the time she would feel the vibrations in her body of someone walking on the floor. She would want the door ajar enough to open it.

She asked people, “Anyone wish to have their rooms warded? You will find, I am very protective of my people and their things.” She continued, “If your within the ward at the casting you can pass through it without alarm.”

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If you are waiting on me, I think I am okay.

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Elra Silverfang

Day of the Selection
Location: The vaults, Eastormel Castle, Ironkeep, Ovyadell

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Walked with the group till they reached the vault door. Locked rooms were not her thing, but she followed. She was impressed at the security, but she knew how she would have attacked it. Necromancy. It would be possible to graft a dead finger on live body. If the finger was from a person who had access and the body was of the blood line, If the finger had access in the past. She leaned close to the one next to her, “I think I could defeat that with a fairly low level spell and a little time,” she whispered. She did not want to explain with the guards so close.

“Your Grace, has there been any bodies found or any of your family missing, like a second cousin?” Elra asked. It would not be good for the living person. When the key came Elra poked her head in the vaults without entering. Then looked to her guards and asked where the kitchen was. She pulled her cowl up to hide her face. She was going to get some provisions for the trip. Her horse could be used to carry that. A couple lanterns, flasks of oil, meats, cheeses, breads, some fresh vegetables, and potatoes. She filled her pockets with apples for the horses.

She got a couple blankets, and a nice change of clothes for the Princess and herself. She had asked and they gave, though the glowing wolf eyes under the cowl might have motivated the maids and kitchen staff to comply. She had not stolen, which was important to her. She returned with Servants in tow wih baskets In hand and some food for her hungry quest mates.

She would wait for the others to eat then she would eat. The wolf in her did not want to wait and she was not the omega here, feeding on the scraps everyone left.

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Elra Silverfang

Day of the Selection
Location: Eastormel Castle, Ironkeep, Ovyadell

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Elra said, "Horses don't like me much. So, I'd be willing to fly with you if that would be okay." The wolf in her did not like the thought, but she did not like the thought of the horse wanting to throw her.