The feral woman narrowed her eyes and crouched, sniffing again. "Um...ok. We'll do that. I'm not afraid of creatures...I just...don't like the dark. It...I don't know why, but it makes me VERY nervous."
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My nickname is Lady, for reasons. I only tell my real name to close friends. I have been told I'm very motherly XD I'm 23 years old, 5'4 and kind of tiny xD
I usually go with one medium sized paragraph for rps. Not into the tabletop style stuff, like using dice and stuff.
I usually go with one medium sized paragraph for rps. Not into the tabletop style stuff, like using dice and stuff.
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She backed away. She had been ok in the dim light of the temple, but this deep darkness made her VERY nervous. "Do we...HAVE to go down there?" and was shaking a little. She COULD use a light spell, but it was tiring.
The tiny woman was looking for something, then her nose picked up the scent of a weak but important smelling magic. Popping to her feet, she explained and waited for his answer.
The Kionen jumped down and landed next to him in a full stretch. Cackling again, she followed him and looked for more magical energies. Crouching, as usual, she sniffed the ground for a trail to another artifact. She slithered along the road and tried to find something interesting for them to investigate.
Saria stood, crouched and balancing on the tips of her boots, on a pile of rubble made from the statues, grinning happily. "That was quite fun. I hope I get to do it again. Are you alright?" She tilted her head to the side again, observing him with a side-ways grin.
Saria let out a cackle and jumped onto one, pounding on it with the blunt end of her weapon. She actually had a lot of fun in fights with things that didn't have souls and minds and such. It felt ok, though fighting a person, creature or animal made her unhappy.
Saria snarled and took out another, slicing it in half and hopping over to stand by Andrew. "We shouldn't have messed with that, I believe. Are you ok?" the woman was concerned, but she kept her eyes on the remaining statues. One was advancing with a hammer.
Saria's eyes snapped open and her grin turned feral as she started defending him with swipes from her blades, spinning them deftly and growling like an angry bear. "DO. NOT. TOUCH." she yelled, when one got near the human.
Gently, she slid her hands along his face. Getting a good picture, she smirked more. "Very nice. I approve."
Stepping back, she looked down. "This...is not my true form. I can't that anymore. It was sealed to protect me."
Stepping back, she looked down. "This...is not my true form. I can't that anymore. It was sealed to protect me."
Saria looked back, looking a little mysterious in the dim light. "I am Kionen. We are...shape-shifters. Mages. Beings of nature. Lovers of life and art." A smirk went across her face, she was imagining the man and she liked what she saw. A decision was made and she walked RIGHT up to him. "Blind people see through touch...may I touch your face? My curiosity is getting the better of me."
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