[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/LkjUl9O.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/pq1V8p0.gif[/img][/center] [color=E5A7E2] [center] 🌸 [color=F97FCA]Race:[/color] Half-Elf 🌸 🦋 [color=#FFD351]Class:[/color] Druidic Mystic 🦋 🍄 [color=#BC16A1]Location:[/color] The Bathroom🍄 🍃 [color=#FFD351]Interactions:[/color] Meiyu [@Tae] Talis/Liana [@Oso] 🍃 🌼 [color=F97FCA]Equipment:[/color] 🌼 [hider=Full Equipment List][color=FFD351]✦[/color] Druidic Staff [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Stone-Carved Dagger [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Poison-Tipped Blowgun Darts [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Her amulet [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Satchel [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Flint & dried tinder moss [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Waterskin [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Dried Medicinal Herbs [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Bag of pretty trinkets, marbles and rocks [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Sharpening river stone [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Oruna tribal moon bracelet[/hider] 🪷 [color=#BC16A1]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/6CiluJx.png]Outfit[/url] 🪷 [hider=Attire][color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Antler Headdress[/color] – Elegant branching antlers wrapped in vines and blooming wild roses and other flowers, dangling with purple crystal teardrops. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Thick Magenta Hair[/color] – Flowing in long, heavy waves with many braids, tiny beads and blossoms braided throughout. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Forest Bralette[/color] – A natural fabric top adorned with layered leaves, hide, flowers, and shimmering gem accents across the bust. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Arm Jewelry[/color] – Vine-wrapped armlets and bracelets studded with glistening stones in violet and turquoise hues. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Green Cloaklet[/color] – A light green cloak clasped with a gem like amber—crafted from flora and fauna [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Layered Skirt[/color] – Flowing petal-draped skirt with high side slits, woven from cloth and flower petals [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Waist Adornments[/color] – A golden vine belt holding a satchels, feathers, and a charm pouch of herbs and trinkets. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Leg Jewelry[/color] – Beaded anklets and thigh cords with gemstone charms [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Nature Tattoos & Paint[/color] – Faint tribal markings or nature-inspired body paint peek beneath her outfit[/hider] 🪞 [color=F97FCA]Gold Balance:[/color] 33 🪞 🌸 [color=#FFD351]Injuries:[/color] Faint Scrapes on Shins & Knees 🌸 [img]https://i.imgur.com/cOPfAGm.png[/img][/center] Phia blinked at her sudden laughter, head tilting as if she were listening for rain. She hadn't been trying to be funny. Her brows drew together faintly, confusion flickering behind her amber eyes. [color=firebrick]“You know… I truly admire conviction,”[/color] The hooded woman's words sliced through the moment, sharp enough to pull Phia’s unwavering attention. [color=firebrick]“So few people in this world still know what it means to stand for something. Even fewer are willing to bleed for it.”[/color] She responded with a single, deliberate step forward, just enough to remind them that she was still between them and Talis. Her grip tightened on her staff, not in fear, but in quiet readiness as she listened to the black-haired woman speak. Though her focus had stayed intently on Liana, it had been Meiyu’s strange, possessive claim that made her expression darken. [color=F97FCA]“She’s not yours,”[/color] Her voice had been quiet, yet it had been with the steadiness of someone who meant every syllable. In the next moments, the cloaked woman’s reverent tone and the way her eyes had moved between them made the fine hairs at the nape of her neck rise in primal warning. This was not merely a threat. [i]It was a farewell.[/i] Phia didn’t tense; she simply stilled, coiled energy gathering in the depths of her muscles. Her pulse quickened sharply. With a subtle shift of her heel, she planted herself, grounding and aligning her stance. The blossoms adorning her staff pulsed softly, echoing her readiness. And as Liana whispered her final words, Phia had already started moving. [color=firebrick]“It really is a shame...that I might have to kill such very pretty girls.”[/color] Phia had seen predators before. And she had trained her whole life not to wait for them to strike. Her staff angled downward in an arc, her body turning as she stepped off the centerline. She pivoted on the ball of her foot as she dropped low, and her weight shifted with controlled focus. She aimed for Liana's lead leg, with an attempt to collapse her stance. Simultaneously, her upper body twisted, staff lifting with intent to trap the hooded woman's hand mid-motion. She would strike, disable, and close the space between the enemy and the stall. But she never got the chance as a shockwave suddenly slammed through the floor beneath them. Phia’s breath seized in her chest and her balance faltered as a sound like a god tearing through metal ripped through her ears. It wasn’t just heard; it was felt, vibrating up through the soles of her feet, into her knees, into her spine. In the instant the floor lurched and the world roared beneath her, Phia saw it: the blur of incoming motion and silver, the glint of the dagger racing straight for her chest. With a surge of reflex, she shifted as her instincts took over. Her staff dipped, but her body turned toward the strike. Her forearm snapped up across her chest in a rapid motion, intercepting the dagger's path. The blade plunged deep into her flesh, embedding itself with a visceral, gut-wrenching sound that made her pupils dilate. Pain erupted instantly, searing hot and merciless, spreading like wildfire through her veins. Yet Phia did not retreat nor did she stagger. She had never felt pain like this. Phia's life had been relatively comfortable, cushioned by the quiet strength of Menzai’s presence, by the safety of trees she could always climb. She had fought, yes, but never like this, and this time Menzai wasn't here. Something in her mind screamed and something else, deeper, older, listened. Her eyes snapped upward, pupils wide and wild, locking onto the cloaked woman with an intensity forged in pain and fury. A raw, feral scream burst from her throat that carried a blend of her agony and her fury as she ripped the dagger free from her arm. Blood splattered violently across the floor and cascaded down her wrist, pooling between her clenched fingers. Her eyes blazed despite the tears brimming inside them, incandescent with wrath and unbreakable determination. Phia immediately lunged forward erratically, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat, embodying the terrifying resolve of a wounded animal refusing to succumb. Her movements grew erratic yet deadly precise as she drove her staff toward Liana, striking at her repeatedly with rapid, relentless force. [/color]