Akira stepped back onto the beach, her fluffy hair covering her long ears, a wolf standing besides her. She glared at the small ship that was rowing onto shore. They would be her victim if they harmed the forest. Most people though of elves as sweet, singing, loving creatures of the forest. And most were. But warriors like Akira were protective of the forest. And brutal. Violent, brutal, crazy, savage. Those were the warriors. And Akira was a warrior. She had always been, and always will be.