[center][h3][color=skyblue]KitKat Winters[/color][/h3][/center][hr]
"This is AWESOME!" 

So said the excitable naiad as she flew about the forests and plains and basically everywhere, really, trying out battle mechanics and throwing her dagger at objects (safely out of the way of anybody else, of course) in a bid to "sharpen" her skills a little more. The dagger itself was also delightful, a beautifully stylized butterfly engraved into the handle, with shiny, sparkly accents on the holster strapped to her thigh. It almost makes up for the ridiculous amounts of time and money spent worth it--[I]almost.[/I] But it wasn't real money, back then, so who really cares?

"Let's see about these abilities..." she muses, activating [i]Butterfly's Gift[/i], a buff that boosts spellcasting speed and mobility, and watches a cloud of ghost-like butterflies rise up and cover her skin with a slight purple sheen. Huh. Pretty cool, but sort of useless.

"Wonder if there's a monster I can kick in the face..." 

Exploring the forest for potential victims, Akimoto's curiosity brings her farther and farther away from other players, leaving her alone in a clearing full of mossy rocks and a small stream. Sighing, she sits down next the running water and plays with her dagger for a moment, then puts in back in the scabbard and lies on the ground. It really is weird, thinking about actually being in the game. Now that the initial interest has worn off, Akimoto almost feels like she's in the same spot as before--friendless and alone. How are her parents faring, she wonders? She hopes they aren't too sad about her disappearance, if that's how it is. Maybe she'll reappear years later and it'll have been a week, maybe, or no time at all...

"..." 

Suddenly, Akimoto feels a presence behind her. Hesitant to open her eyes, she tries to concentrate on any sounds that are out of the ordinary, and finds that there is a low... [I]growling.[/I]

Her heart stops. 

Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, she cracks her eyes open until she is looking up through her eyelashes, up into the eyes of the huge, snarling, furry (but not in a cute way), ugly-faced werehound that is standing above her.

"O-oh," Akimoto says, breathless, bare shoulders touching the soft blanket of moss beneath her, turquoise curls spread softly around her, staring into the eyes of what might just be her demise. 

But she doesn't freeze. She doesn't panic. She doesn't even scream--no, she only carefully reaches for her dagger, keeping firm eye contact with the wolf--until the moment she throws her hand up and stabs it between the eyes.

Senses suddenly thrown into overdrive, Akimoto pulls her dagger out and rolls out of the way in a swift motion, one that she probably owes to [I]Butterfly's Gift[/I] but likes to think is her own doing. The wolf, understandably, is very angry about this, but Akimoto is too fast for him again--she jumps to her feet, hands slick with monster blood, heart beating wildly as she fumbles for a spell, a potion, anything to stop the beast for a moment longer. She happens upon a "shock blast," a small flask that is said to hold liquid lightning, and throws it at the wolf as hard as she can. And [I]then[/I] she screams.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" 

A very shrill scream arises from the tops of the trees.

If one were to be in the forest at this time, this is what they would most likely see: a naiad, wearing a bikini top and a flurry of skirts, hands covered in sticky, burgundy blood, tears in her eyes and generally a mess, sprinting through the woods with a terrifying werehound snapping at her heels. Akimoto is running for her [I]life;[/I] how stupid can she be, coming into a monster-infested area without a party!? Also, when does that speed buff wear off? She's dead meat unless she can find someone to save her, and soon!

"SOMEBODY, HELP ME, PLEEEEEAAAASEEEE!!"