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I am Amaranth, witch of the wilds. Through shadow and legend I walk, haunting mortals like you. So... Are you a vulture , I wonder? A scavenger poking amidst a corpse whose bones have been long since cleaned? Or merely an intruder, come into this darkspawn filled page of mine in search of... a bio?
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Niana could feel eyes on her. She could feel the gaze of many patrons drinking in her immodest visage. She had hoped to blend in, but clearly blending in with a forest and blending in with humans was an entirely different beast altogether. She pressed herself against the far wall, like a cornered cat that was hoping to slip through the wood and out into freedom. No such luck for Niana though. Someone pushed past her and she felt and drunken hand grope her chest. This was degrading. How did people live like this? She felt like she had thrown herself into a cage. Her hand felt her bone knife and she remembered her purpose. The Seer.
As the thought made its way through Niana's mind she heard a voice call out to her from across the tavern. Wha-? The Seer's eyes locked onto Niana's own and she felt oddly calm. Not entirely at ease (she never felt she would be in this place) but her mind was at least calm for the moment. After a moment of deliberation Niana pushed herself off from the wall and slinked through the crowded tavern up until she was finally face to face with the Seer.
@Izaka Sazaka
whaHAAaAaAat????
edit: more than one rp overwhelms my terrible motivation and writing abilities .-.
I'm sure she is weak to headpats~ as all kemonomimi are!
I wanna hug that pink-haired catgirl at the end uwu
Little do you all suspect
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I am a super moe animu girl~!
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Shouting caught Niana off guard. Since the Seer had arrived in the town proper there was a commotion stirring. The man she had been observing had even got up out of his sleepy reverie and rushed off towards the tavern. Perhaps it was time the girl made an appearance? Niana wrestled with the thought, a knot growing in the pit of her stomach. Would anyone remember her? Would anyone care? She shook her head and growled at the grass. She had a mission. It was for her family. She had to do it. Clutching the bone knife around her neck for good luck, Niana crouched on all four and creeped towards the town again.
She was close now. Well, closer than she had been. Closer but no less nervous. The feeling was curious to her; years of living in the wilds had made her slightly uninhibited when it came to matters of all sorts. Her clothes were an obvious one, and her emotions were an close second. Niana had all but forgotten what nervousness had felt like, along with a variety of other, more human emotions. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the grass and on to the dirt road. She stood perfectly still, the gentle wind blowing her platinum hair as she stared down the tavern. Finally she began to walk towards it and finally she reached the entrance.
The Niirborhood Tavern. That's what the sign read. Or at least what Niana thought it said. It had been a while since she had done any reading, so she may have been a little rusty. Stroking the bone dagger around her neck one last time for comfort's sake, the feral girl finally entered the tavern as quiet as possible. She was immediately blasted with various pungent smells and loud noises. She winced and tried to slink off into a corner. She was used to the ambiance of the forest, and the cool natural smells of the lush life that lived there. This was almost overpowering. The closeness of the people, the roaring of laughter and chatter and the smell of a load of humans smashed into a small space made Niana want to cry.
<Snipped quote by Amaranth> So just beat everyone else with a bouquet of flowers. :)*beats Izaka with flowers*
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