[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] Menzai[@Samreaper] Minerva[@FunnyGuy] Bastion/Pirates [@Oso] Arya [@Potter] Meiyu [@Tae] 🍃 🌼 [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] 60 🪞 🌸 [color=#FFD351]Injuries:[/color] Phia is weary, weak, and achy, but better rested than before. 🌸 [img]https://i.imgur.com/cOPfAGm.png[/img][/center] ”[color=ee82ed] What grand ambition does he hold to sway so many to his hidden kingdom?[/color]” [color=F97FCA][i]Menzai always has good questions.[/i][/color] Phia tapped her bottom lip, head tilted as her eyes flicked toward the sea’s horizon. [color=F97FCA][i]It makes more sense that we’d be the ones seeking this prince, not the other way around. Our ship’s a wounded beast, and he’s the one with hands to mend it. What could he want from a couple of travelers?[/i][/color] Her gaze softened, distant, as she recalled a tale a lovely old shifter woman from their tribe had once told her. It was about a bear who longed for company, but none would follow him. So he painted his fur with the dust of lilies and learned to sing like a deer. When the fawns heard his song, they followed him into his cave, believing they’d found a friend. They only learned the truth when the singing stopped. She exhaled slowly, brushing a strand of hair from her face as the breeze toyed with it. [color=F97FCA]"I wonder,"[/color] she murmured to herself, [color=F97FCA]"if this prince sings with the same kind of voice."[/color] Before she could ponder it any further, the hairs on her neck stood up, and every muscle went taut. The breeze carried a scent that didn’t belong. She climbed out of Bastion's arms and hurried over to Menzai. [color=F97FCA]"There is someone else here,"[/color] she whispered to him. A fight would be difficult at that moment for Phia. She was still weary, the brief rest not quite doing wonders for her energy levels quite yet. The memory of that sudden heaviness she had felt still sat behind her ribs, as if that monkey wouldn’t leave. It was right then that a familiar voice entered the air: [color=#7DBC89]“I have a question.”[/color] Phia turned on her heels to watch as Meiyu slipped from the treeline. It was no surprise that the opportunistic creature had followed. The woman spoke of strategy and deceit, peeling back the false civility of their captors layer by layer. By the time she questioned what game was truly being played, Phia could tell Meiyu had seen straight through to the truth she herself had sensed. [color=F97FCA][i]I suppose I was right to think of the bear story.[/i][/color] Phia thought as she listened to Meiyu. [color=F97FCA][i]For if anyone could scent deceit before it struck, it would be a serpent.[/i][/color] [color=77ADFF]”What...What.. Do you want.. With us?”[/color] Phia’s gaze softened as Arya’s trembling voice broke through the tension. Once her wrists had been freed, she had moved closer, drawn by pure instinct. She came to stand right before Arya, then she reached out and brushed Arya’s cheek with gentle fingers, as though afraid she might dissolve into mist. [color=F97FCA]"Don’t be afraid, great goddess,"[/color] she whispered warmly. [color=F97FCA]"You’re safe with us."[/color] [color=1ABC9C]"Questions, questions,"[/color] Phia's gaze immediately snapped to the man, her hand still on Arya's cheek. [color=1ABC9C]"You lot are nosy as gulls. But I did say I’d answer, didn’t I? So. Let’s make good on that."[/color] [color=1ABC9C]"You asked what grand ambition our Prince holds? Simple. He wants it all. This island...is just the start. Give him time, and the rest of the Principalities will kneel or burn. The man’s got a taste for crowns, and lucky me, I get to be the one placing them on his head."[/color] Phia glared at him, furrowing her brows dangerously. [color=F97FCA][i]You speak of greed. Those who chase everything end up with nothing.[/i][/color] [color=1ABC9C]"Now this one...this one’s fun. What’s my type?"[/color] Though her mind had been occupied, she could remember that the woman shifter had questioned what the man's type was. Phia tilted her head as she considered the phrase, confused. Her tribe had never spoke that way. [color=1ABC9C]"My type is…"[/color] he pointed toward Minerva. [color=1ABC9C]"You."[/color] Then his finger drifted to Phia. [color=1ABC9C]"And you."[/color] Meiyu next. [color=1ABC9C]"Oh, definitely you."[/color] Arya. [color=1ABC9C]"And also you."[/color] [color=F97FCA][i]He speaks as if choosing prey.[/i][/color] She shifted subtly closer forward before the females, the way a doe might step in front of her fawn, her eyes narrowing at Beckett’s grin. When his finger landed on Menzai with that amused tilt of his head, a low, warning sound rumbled from Phia’s throat. [color=1ABC9C]"Can’t forget you, handsome."[/color] Her scowl deepened as he moved on to mention Bastion, too. [color=1ABC9C]" As for you, big guy… I’ll try anything three times. Just make sure you don’t break me, aye?"[/color] The change in her expression was immediate. What had once been mild confusion hardened into unmistakable anger. Phia stepped closer to Menzai, her body taut as a drawn bow. When she spoke, her voice was low, but there was a growl beneath it — a sound they hadn’t heard from her before, as if she’d drawn a blade in that moment. [i][color=F97FCA]"You will not harm anyone here."[/color][/i] Her chin lifted, wild hair catching the breeze, as if daring him to test her. [color=F97FCA]"You do not wish to know what happens when you tease [i]wolves[/i]."[/color] Beckett and his crew had only laughed. It was cruel and careless in a manner that suggested they were too used to fear to recognize danger when it stared them in the eye. But for a fleeting moment, the laughter faltered when her gaze didn’t break. Then Beckett replied to Meiyu. [color=1ABC9C]"Do I look like a man who plays games?"[/color] [color=#FFD351][i][b][color=F97FCA]"Yes."[/color][/b][/i][/color] Phia immediately answered, despite the question not being directed at her. [color=1ABC9C]"Course I do. But not this time. You’re not prisoners. [i]Not yet[/i]. The bindings were just a precaution. Keeps the journey peaceful, you understand. As for your weapons...we're not worried. This is Port Verge. Coming here unarmed’d be like fighting a Kraken in a canoe. Not fair. Not fun."[/color] He looked at Arya again, and Phia felt a rush of tension seize her once more. [color=1ABC9C]"And finally, to answer your question, love...I have no fucking idea what he wants with you. That's between my Prince and you poor, poor souls. Just know this...Ravic Dane is a man who get's what he wants. Which brings me to the rules he's given you lot. Here’s how this works…once you step into the Verge, you’re free. Do whatever your wild little hearts desire. Drink, fight, buy, steal, bed whoever and whatever you bloody want. No one’s stopping you. But understand this...Port Verge ain’t like the other nations. There’s no justice here. Only vengeance. Every action has a consequence."[/color] He raised two fingers. [color=1ABC9C]"Two rules. That’s it. Don’t leave the city. And stay alive. Break either one…"[/color] Then he snapped his fingers. [color=1ABC9C]"You die."[/color] Phia seemed none too happy with the terms, nor the obvious threat. [color=1ABC9C]"When Prince Dane’s ready for you, we’ll come find you. Don’t worry, we’ve got our ways. For now....welcome to Port Verge. Try not to make me regret untying you."[/color] Phia’s jaw flexed, but she said nothing more to Beckett as the pirates departed. The breeze off the sea tasted of salt and smoke, and her stomach gave a low growl. [color=F97FCA]“I’m hungry,”[/color] she said at last with an expressive stomp to the ground. [color=F97FCA]“And [i]thirsty[/i]. If this place is as dangerous as he says, maybe we should see what kind of beings live here… and learn more about this prince they follow.”[/color] Without waiting for permission, she took a few steps toward the sound of haggling and gulls. [/color]