[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] 41 🪞 🌸 [color=#FFD351]Injuries:[/color] Faint Scrapes on Shins & Knees 🌸 [img]https://i.imgur.com/cOPfAGm.png[/img][/center] The instant her staff connected with the side of Liana’s head, Phia felt it. Not just the impact, but the recognition. The cloaked woman wasn’t underestimating her anymore. That alone made Phia’s teeth grit with satisfaction, even as her bones vibrated with the backlash of each strike. Phia’s arm jolted from the impact as the woman's dagger struck against her staff, the vibrations lancing through her already-screaming wound. She staggered a small step, breath catching as her fingers fought to maintain grip. And in that moment, Phia knew she was up against someone who had spent their life perfecting the art of killing. As the air shifted and illusions bloomed like curling shadows, Phia didn’t falter. She didn’t need to know exactly what Meiyu had conjured. She could feel the pressure it placed on their foe, and she decided he would not question Meiyu’s intent. She would only use it. The illusions masked her next step as the blood dripped down her arm. Her heart thundered, wild and erratic, but her focus had sharpened. Phia didn’t need to kill Liana. She needed to keep her looking at her, striking at her, dancing with her fury, until the dagger from the shadows found its mark across Liana's ribs. Phia watched her turn on Meiyu briefly, but before Phia could get a good strike in, the woman had turned back toward her, and she saw the dagger’s shift too late. The hilt struck her already wounded arm, a blinding pulse of white-hot pain exploding up her shoulder like a lightning strike through her nerves. Her fingers spasmed. The staff faltered in her grasp, and she gasped sharply. And before she could recover, Liana’s boot drove into her stomach. The wind was knocked clean from her lungs as she was hurled backward. Her spine struck the cold tile with a bone-jarring crack, her vision momentarily splintered into stars. Her staff clattered beside her, out of reach. Somewhere above, glass shattered. The world dipped into chaos: light strobing, shadows stretching. But Phia didn’t move. She lay there, one arm trembling, blood trailing from her mouth where her teeth had cut into her lip on impact. Her body screamed and her eyes burned. However, she glared at the woman standing over her with the fury of a girl who would never go quietly. Phia didn’t scream this time. The pain had already become something distant, something electric that danced just beneath her skin. Her breath came in short bursts, her arm trembled with useless weight at her side, but her mind was no longer clouded by pain. Phia’s legs coiled beneath her like a spring drawn too tight. And in the breath between one flicker of light and the next, she moved. With a sudden arch of her spine and a twist of her hips, she bridged upward from the tile, her good leg slicing low, aiming at Liana’s ankle like a striking vine. The floor was slick with blood, condensation, and shattered glass, and if her move was successful Liana would certainly fall. In the same breath, her fingers shifted, claws erupted, black and curved, her eyes glowing like embers as the panther took hold. Whether Liana had fallen or not, she lunged with one clawed-hand, aiming to slash at Liana’s dagger arm, and tear a crimson path across it. She spun afterward, caught her staff with a heel-flip from the floor, and rose in a crouch, every muscle coiled. [/color]