Recent Statuses

5 days ago
Current When you realize a boss battle you were struggling with has an easy-ish win, but you managed to overlook one simple detail. Feeling: like an idiot. But a triumphant idiot.
2 mos ago
Fencing kinda looks somewhere between beautifully artistic and like two caffeinated praying mantises fighting.
11 mos ago
Dropped a jam jar on the floor, and it broke the floor. Smuckers must be taking notes from Nokia.
11 mos ago
Adults are pretentious idiots driven by greed and lust, who can't see, let alone believe in, anything beyond their own nose. Who the heck would want to be an adult?
1 yr ago
"My life is a constant battle between wanting the best for my characters and wanting them to die horrific, gruesome, and painful deaths." <--The struggle is real.


Time Zone? Mountain Standard Time (GMT-6).
Country? United States.
Gender? Female.
Age? How rude. But if it matters to you, I'm over 18.

First thing's first: feel free to call me Siaya! I am a nocturnal girl for various reasons, and have a deep love and appreciation of the night and dark. I love reading, writing, and most things fantasy and paranormal. I have enough collections to make a dragon jealous, and more hobbies than I can keep track of, including a lot that falls under crafting and putting together original cosplays.

It may be wise for me to tell you that, in my experience, I'm a child's humor with a teenage personality wrapped in a body that is occasionally required to masquerade as the adult it's supposed to be. It's a mouthful. I know. Possibly because of that, I tend to gravitate toward the Children's and YA sections in media and even in my own writing. Which, however, isn't to say I don't like anything geared toward "adults." I am a sucker for tastefully dark stories and, well, the undead (bet you can't guess what my favorite undead creature is... as long as they don't sparkle xD). So, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

I have been an ardent servant to writing for well over a decade. Creating stories, characters, and worlds is not just a hobby for me; it is a passion I have had and fed since grade school. But I am far from the best, and am always looking for ways to improve. I highly encourage constructive criticism, both receiving and giving it, if requested!

On the roleplaying front, I have been involved in one form of it or another for just a couple years shy of when I picked up writing, including play-by-post prior to joining the Guild. So, I have a decent feel for what I'm doing here, though there's always room to learn and improve! I'm also a lot more competent, I feel, when it comes to 1x1 roleplays than group RPs. I blame that--in part, at least--on being an extreme introvert.

If you want to chat and/or roleplay (preferences below), message me! Promise I won't bite. Too hard.

Because they always make for interesting conversation starters.
Some I've had since gradeschool, others are just budding.

~ Bladed weapons
~ Button pins
~ Vampire themed stuff
~ Books
~ Dragon figurines
~ Masks
~ Original artwork
~ Media paraphernalia
~ Sealing wax stamps
~Rubber stamps. But only the cool ones. ;-)

Would take a lot to convince me to roleplay a fandom.
They're another good icebreaker, through.
List is eternally incomplete, and subject to change.

~ Harry Potter
~ The Flash
~ Arrow
~ Merlin (2008)
~ Warehouse 13
~ Rise of the Guardians
~ Spirited Away
~ Howl's Moving Castle
~ Voltron (2016)
~ Trollhunters
~ Jackie Chan Adventures
~ Avatar: The Last Airbender
~ Teen Titans (2003-'06)
~ Death Note
~ My Hero Academia
~ Kingdom Hearts
~ Yona of the Dawn
~ Disney

(Following Fang Art Credit: Me)

1x1: Closed at the moment due to life crap.
Group: Not my cup of tea. So no thanks.
PMs: I don't roleplay this way, but am always up for chatting!

~ Despite the current theme of my profile (which I do want to change, I just have no idea to what right now), it's actually been a really long time since I've been in a vampire RP. Could do with participating in a good, dark vampire story.

As of 2/11/19:
Life hates me right now. Super busy. Getting ready for a move.
Expect me to possibly disappear for at least a week leading into March 1st.

(Sorry, I know it's long. What can I say? I know what I like--and don't like.)

~ Character Gender: No preference. I'll gladly play a male or female main character(s). No doubling necessary.

~ Multiple Main and/or Side Characters? Yes to both! Though, I can be equally as content with playing a single MC.

~ Character Age: Under and over 18. My MCs tend to be (or appear) between 15 and 19 since I feel like my own mentality best matches that age range, but I can and do play characters 20+, especially with side characters. Even if 20+ in an MC is rare (but not off the table!) for me.

~ Usual/Favored Genres: Fantasy, paranormal/supernatural, horror, Gothic, fairy tale, superhero. With a Side Of: Adventure, suspense, mystery, action, drama, magic. But Not: Solely slice-of-life, purely romance-driven, erotica.

~ I Like: Naturally occurring romance, light themes, darker themes, torturing characters (physically and mentally), extensive character profiles, original stories, detailed posts…

~ I Hate: IC txt tlk (unless the characters are texting), godmoding without permission, playing canon characters, following pre-made media story lines, invincible characters…

~ Swearing: You won't find any swear words in my writing. I don't like swearing, and ask that a partner respects that wholly in OOC/PM. However, I recognize that's not the way of the entire world, and feel like I'd be a hypocrite considering the books/shows/movies I consume to ask a partner to maintain the same standard in their writing. So instead, while no IC swearing is most preferred, I'd be good as long as it's semi-infrequent and kept to a PG-13 level (and no F-bombs, please. Sorry-not sorry).

~ Adult Themes: Mostly, if it's no higher than a PG-13-ish rating, we should be fine. I'll let you know if you go over the line, and hope you'll do the same if the situation is reversed!

~ Sex, Smut, or Whatever Else You Wanna Call It: Not gonna happen. So don't ask. I don't write anything more intimate than kissing. Which means I won't even lead up to a "fade to black" scene.

~ But, Romance? Romance can be a nice, enjoyable addition to a story! Love interests make for an interesting depth. However, romance isn't necessary for me, and is one of those things where if it forms between characters, then great, but if not, then also great. It's all about the story and how our characters interact for me. When I do have romance in a story, I want it to form naturally between characters because they actually connect that way, not because it has to for the story.

~ General Nudity: Nope. Don't do full-fledged nudity. My line's drawn at non-sex related undergarments (and only if absolutely necessary for the story) and bare backsides.

~ Gore and Violence: BRING IT ON! My tolerance for gore and violence is a pretty high in written form. I enjoy physically torturing characters more than what's probably healthy, and like reading about/writing for/RPing with cruel characters. So, needless to say, I have no issues with--and even encourage--characters getting hurt, blood, angst, and violence. But too much of it becomes distasteful. I like my bloodshed to be realistic and/or story-enhancing, not violence and blood just for the sake of it being there. Can't stand gore without any kind of rhyme or reason or in unrealistic excess. A "story" with more violence and gore than plot isn't a story.

~ Eras of Interest: Medieval, renaissance, Victorian, modern, mixed, made-up.

~ Gender Pairings: Depends on what you're hoping for in the roleplay. Romance Potential: MxF only. Just Friends: Any pairing.

~ Writing "Level": Advanced, with the occasional casual/high-casual.

~ Usual Post Length: Depends on the situation and inspiration. Usually no fewer than 150 words, to 1,000+. I typically average between 300-600 words per post. You can always expect long loner and plot posts from me. And I do mean long. In general, the more you give me to work with, the more I'll give back.

~ Requested Partner Post Length: Length varies from one situation to the next, so I don't expect every post to be lengthy, or for a partner to match my length every post. Sometimes, situations don't leave much room before you have to wait for your partner. That said, NO ONE LINERS. If I get one-liners or a bunch of otherwise painfully short posts that do not give me much to work with, add to the situation, or move the story forward in even a small way, I'm going to be dropping the roleplay.

~ Grammar and Spelling: I won't yell at you for occasional mistakes (I make plenty), but please show a decent understanding of English grammar. If I feel like I'm having to decipher my partner's every post like an ancient tome written in a runic language, again, it's likely going to get dropped.

~ Preferred Roleplay Medium: Exclusively forum threads. NO EXCEPTIONS. Meaning no roleplaying via PMs or off-site for me. Though, my partners will likely get an alternate contact method, just in case, and I backup all my roleplays. I'm paranoid like that abut losing writing and contact with awesome people.

~ Posting Speed: I nitpick and obsess over my posts (no, not expected from a partner, though a quick read-through edit is always appreciated), so usually fairly slow, even when I'm online to reply. Some days I can do one (or multiple, depending on length) a day, others one a week. But with that said...

~ General Posting Availability: Unpredictable. See the top of this section for current availability updates. I do my best to keep it fairly up to date, but regrettably fall behind in updating it. The only thing commonly consistent is that I'm more likely to post after ten-ish in the evening, MST.

~ Other: Admittedly, I suck at giving notices of disappearances, but I'll do my best to give them for possible extended absences. I won't get mad if a partner drops a roleplay, only if they abandon it without saying something. Lastly for now, don't feel shy to give me pointers with my writing! I LOVE feedback and discovering areas I need to work at.

Dang, you're still here after all that?

You deserve a cookie. Heck, have a plate of cookies. That was pretty darn long. *Hands you a plate of cookies.*

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Anora nearly bumped into Ahllasta when the beastly woman stopped. She looked up from the ground for the first time during their walk, for a moment fearing speaking had been a worse idea than trying to attack.
She blinked, surprised, and took a step away from the woman as Ahllasta instead broke into a short, grinding bout of laughter. Another thing Ahllasta and Darsby seemed to have in common, if for different reasons: both were borderline insane. The blood soaking into the woman’s shirt only enhanced the crazed effect.
More like desperate, she thought bitterly, swallowing and looking back to the ground. Her heart sunk. The woman hadn’t taken the bait.
Her attention returned to Ahllasta as she walked around a car, making Anora notice it for the first time.
Her brows rose as she took in the sight of the two-door Mustang. Definitely nicer than that mini-van. From the opposite side of the car, she watched through the window as Ahllasta shoved Darsby into the backseat like little more than luggage.
She cringed in empathy. Lifeless or not, it couldn’t be good to be treated roughly in his current state.
Once Darsby’s attacker had settled inside, she reached for the door handle with a shaking hand. The thought of a road trip sitting scarcely a foot from Ahllasta made her stomach churn. But even if she thought she could get away, she wouldn’t leave Darsby behind.
She released a breath she had not realized she had been holding and opened the door. Dwelling in a tense silence, she shrugged from her backpack then ducked inside the car. Her gaze lingered on the buttons on the center console.
Just don’t push the red one, she thought. Despite the situation, she couldn’t help but smirk as she dropped her backpack on the floor then reached for her seat belt. It was a small and uncertain expression, but there nonetheless. Looks like the aliens won after all. Rest in peace, Agent J.
Ahllasta’s voice drew Anora’s glance. She tried with minimal success to keep both her fear and enmity from showing.
Wouldn’t want to disappoint you with less, would we? she grumbled silently. Her mouth pulled down in a frown, but she kept her comments to herself. Door still open, she paused in buckling to glance back to Darsby. She bit her bottom lip uncertainly.
“Should we… stop his bleeding?” she asked quietly, her voice cautious as she closed the door. She kept Ahllasta in her peripheral view, watching for even the slightest sign of aggression.
Anora’s attention snapped forward with a gasp when Ahllasta started the car and the wheels drifted for a moment. Her eyes widened when they turned translucent, but she didn’t have time to think on that little detail; Ahllasta headed straight for the trees lining the road.
In the short instant it took for them to go from the road to the trees, barreling toward the trunks, she shouted, the sound echoing in her ears, and threw her hands in front of her in an X. A barrier sprung instantly to life as she turned her head and scrunched her eyes, bracing for impact.
An impact that never came.
Wondering if her heart was going to make it through the next few minutes or give up on life entirely, she tentatively opened one eye. She gasped, as a tree passed straight between her and Ahllasta. She flinched as another went through her and her barrier.
She swallowed and let her barrier dissolve. As the realization she wasn’t going to be tied up in the middle of a car-and-tree bowtie, she melted back into the passenger seat.
She cast Ahllasta a discrete glare for her lack of warning. To avoid the eerie sight of trees and other obstacles floating through their ghostly forms, she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her frayed nerves.
When her heart at last slowed by a couple beats, she dared to open her eyes again. She breathed a sigh of relief; they had reached an expanse of barren farmland, the road a winding ribbon ahead of them. Though not smooth-going for the car, it was at least less bumpy than back between the trees.
She ran a hand through her hair. Her stomach grumbled softly, making her frown at it and scold herself for having only a single can of soup. She sighed. There wasn’t much she could do about it now.
Anora adjusted her backpack, debating on pulling out one of the energy bars inside. She felt tired, a bit on the exhausted end, but there was no way she would let herself rest now.
With the road drawing closer at an alarming speed, she tried to not focus on the surrounding land. She glanced back at Darsby’s broken form again, worry in her eyes.
Before, he had had some aid from the hospital. This time, he had no such luck.
This time. She wondered what it must be like to come back to life just to die again. Brutally, no less. Did he feel pain like everyone else? She had seen him struggle, but had he actually felt the hurt? Was he in pain now, wherever he was, or was he resting in blissful obliviousness?
She forced her gaze away from him with a shudder. She needed to think of something else. As they reached the highway, her mind wandered to the farm and the minivan. So much for returning the van to its owners… and then there was going to be explaining the damage to the house.
Sorry, Grandpa Jack, she thought with a sheepish, apologetic look out the window. Her list of ‘Illegal/Damaged Things to Deal with Later’ was growing at an alarming rate.
With a heavy, shaky sigh, she looked to Ahllasta when the woman opened the window, her own hair billowing about her face. Then she did a double take. Though they had solidified, the woman was driving with her eyes closed.
Anora inhaled through her teeth and reached toward the wheel. With a glance out the windshield, she paused, hand hovering between them. They were staying perfectly between the lines.
Breath held, she glanced between Ahllasta and the road. Swallowing, she slowly returned her hand to her side of the car. She barely managed to resist the urge to shout at the woman to keep her eyes on the road.
“S-so,” she began, in part to break the thick silence, but mostly hoping conversation would make the woman open her eyes again. Without potentially angering her. “Are you some sort of Winchester-style bounty hunters or something?” She spoke just loud enough to be heard over the whooshing whump of the wind in the car.
Thanks for your understanding! I appreciate it greatly.

That's cool. I've never tried it online. How's that going? Is it an odd adjustment from being used to doing it table-top?

Ha! Don't feel bad. It's fun. Well, not for her, but hey. I'm sure she'll get on plenty of nerves herself. She's a novice, so I wouldn't expect her to pose any kind of threat against her well-trained peers. Doesn't mean she won't try, though. Yeah, I definitely can't wait for that first part to make sense! Heh. It's intriguing, to be sure, and leaves me wondering.

Question, though: You've spelled it Pan and Pahn. Which do you prefer? Just asking for future reference. And it is pronounced like Pan, right? I think I remember having Anora comment something like, "Only if you count Peter Pan," and I didn't get corrected for her misunderstanding, but thought I'd ask. :-)
Anora gasped and took a couple stumbling steps back when Ahllasta addressed her, the woman’s voice taking on a new inhuman depth. Anora's breath caught in her lungs. With her attention completely on Ahllasta, her remaining hound flickered out of existence, melting into nothingness.
The deadly strength and prowess of the beast-of-a-woman pressed down over her. The oppressive aura radiating from Ahllasta made the beastly woman appear more than twice her normal size.
Anora’s heart hammered against her ribs as if frantic to escape the woman’s ire, the mist at her hands trembling with her fingers. She did her best to still their quivering, not wanting to show weakness to a predator. That’s what this woman was: a predator. A relentless hunter.
Anora tried to swallow at Ahllasta’s thunderous question.
She knew. Somehow, the woman knew—or perhaps guessed—her magic was limited. Or she had read her mind, as Darsby had.
Either way, nearly every fiber of Anora’s being screamed at her to back down. That this was one she couldn’t win in a million years, no matter how determined she was. Only a small, quiet defiance egged her to not give in, to not tuck her tail between her legs and simply surrender.
She glanced to Darsby still slung over Ahllasta’s shoulder. Her hands clenched. She couldn’t help him if she was unconscious… or dead.
Resentfully, she hesitantly let the last of her mist fizzle out. The glow of her eyes extinguished alongside it. Gaze dropping to Ahllasta’s feet, she jerked her head toward the stairs, indicating for Ahllasta to lead on.
Ready to follow after the woman if she continued on her way to the car, Anora kept her gaze on the ground. It made it easier that way. She took a few breaths, trying to remind her lungs how to properly work. She’d have to be smart about this.
She tried to swallow, but her mouth still felt dry. Her heart pounded in her throat.
“You realize,” she began after a moment, her words unintentionally quiet, “going with us will mean you can’t chase after him,” she tried, taking a shot in the dark and hoping the thought would put off someone like Ahllasta. The woman had, after all, been angry about her partner shooting Darsby down. A quick kill without time to ‘make good on her grudge.’ “There’d be no hunt. You’d know where he is. What weapons he has. It’d be equivalent to hunting a tiger in a cage. I don’t see the glory or satisfaction in that.”
Sorry for the wait! I've been getting ready to move to a new place and put where I'm at now on the market. As a heads-up, because of that and a couple other things, the end of this month and the first couple weeks of next will likely be busy on my end. It's quite possible I'll end up with time daily to reply, but if I disappear for a few days, know that's why.

Gotchya. Reference pictures are amazing, to be sure! I have a couple folders of 'em, just in case. That's a good idea to use Pinterest for that! Do whatever you feel most comfortable with. :-)

Ooh, D&D! I used to do that with friends. We'd get together once or twice a month to play. Good times. Ever play it in person, or just online?

Aww! Well. I'm glad you're feeling a bit better, but if you feel like you need more time or anything, don't feel like you have to get a post in. I'll be here whenever if you need/want more time to recover. I won't be going anywhere. Long-term, anyway.
Anora tensed, holding her breath as she waited for Ahllasta’s answer. Though the woman didn’t take long, it was long enough to make Anora shift her weight uneasily and her hound to let out a low, impatient growl.
Anora raised her chin slightly when the woman spoke, expecting a counter proposal, but this time, Ahllasta didn’t bother further speaking. Instead, the woman reached into one of the pockets in her cargo pants.
Anora’s hound growled warningly, its body hunching, ready to attack. Golden electricity swirled more frequently within its translucent form. The mist from one of the hounds she had released gathered in front of her feet, ready to spring up into a shield as a second defense. But the precautions proved unnecessary.
Her gaze darted between the beastly woman’s and the sphere she had pulled from her pocket. The thread it dangled from hardly looked like it should be capable of holding the object up as Ahllasta began to spin it.
Anora suppressed a shudder as she noticed the woman’s gaze did not once flick from her.
“What—?” she began, but didn’t get to finish her question. She gasped and stepped back when Ahllasta tossed the spinning sphere through the wall.
Before Anora could reform her question or her hound react to her thoughts and emotions, the small puff of plaster dust the top-like item left became a storm with a loud, cracking thud.
Anora stumbled back, blinking quickly to keep the dust from her eyes. Her hound let out a shocked, angered yelp, its form wavering for a fraction of a second. Before the dust had time to think about settling, she heard the man’s surprised voice, his clouded form suspended not far from her. With little more than a flick of her wrist, Ahllasta had the man down for the count.
Anora blinked down at the unconscious form of the man bound by the impossible thread.
“That’s one way to keep him busy,” she muttered. Her face contorted as she tried not to sneeze.
Her attention quickly snapped back to Ahllasta, for a moment wondering if the statement meant she was going to loan them her car. But her heart sank as the woman slid Darsby to her, Anora’s magic swelling around him too late to stop her, and shouldered him.
She intended on going with them.
What?” She gawked after the woman, horrified, Ahllasta’s gaze still unnervingly on her. Her hound mimicked the question with a growling snap of its jaws.
Anora’s eyes narrowed at the order as the woman turned and headed to the front door. Her hands clenched at her sides. Ahllasta and Darsby had one thing in common, it seemed: they both expected her follow orders unquestioningly. Like a lost pup with no mind of its own. But at least Darsby had answered her questions.
What’s with these people? she thought, scowling.
She hurried after the woman as Ahllasta made it to the front porch. Anora sent her hound ahead of her, the rest of her mist dissipating.
The hound slipped out the door just behind Ahllasta. On quick, silent feet, it jumped the railing of the porch, turned mid-air, and slid to a stop just below the steps to block the woman’s path. It bore its fangs at her, daring her to try to pass it.
I’m coming,” Anora growled, stepping outside onto the porch, “but like heck I’m letting you come with. You’re the reason we’re in this mess!” More mist swirled over her now open and ready hands, tendrils wrapping up her forearms.
The power usage nagged at her. She wasn't accustomed to using her powers as much as she had in a single day. It pulled at her energy as if she was in the middle of a workout rather than summoning magic, reminding her she needed to be careful. She still needed to save enough strength to drive Darsby and herself out of there. The adrenaline pumping through her and the energy bars in her pack would help, but neither would get her very far. That much she knew from experience.
Doing her best to not give away how using her powers affected her, she took a cautious step to the side to flank Ahllasta and put a bit of extra distance between them.
“I doubt we have time to argue,” she began, her words coming out in a nervous rush, “so put Darsby down and the two of us will be on our way.”
Her hound growled in agreement, the crackling sound low and feral.
It was the last sentence or two. Basically stated they lunged at her as soon as they were fully formed. Easy change. And mistakes happen. :-) It's easy to overlook things or forget you read something. Normally I'd point it out, but it struck me as a quicker change for me to make since I knew I was on and had the time. Heh.

Ooh! Picture! Awesome. Did you draw that? Thanks for posting it! No worries about not adding one sooner. I don't expect every character to have a profile picture. Reference pictures are awesome and I love when they are used (and using them myself) in RPs, but just descriptions can work just as well, if not better. I'm weird and even when I use them, I like to pretend I don't have them and still try to remember to add character descriptions and occasional trait reminders. Basically, I like treating roleplays like writing a book. Your audience wouldn't have reference pictures to rely on (unless it's a graphic novel). Keeps me in practice. But that's just me.

Thanks much for the pronunciation! Of course. Your characters absolutely mean something! I'm honored that you're sharing them and the rest of your brain-child world with me in the first place, and letting me have a small part in it all. ^.^

Wait, what? Page three... already?!

Hope you've fully recovered from whatever illness struck you the last time I heard from you! And that all is going well (or, at the very least, semi-decent) on your end.
Anora’s heart quickened and she held her breath as Ahllasta eyed her. Her hounds each tensed, their thick legs bending at the ready as they growled low, baring their fangs. The distant murmur of the man’s voice and her hounds’ crackling snarls were all that filled the room.
Anora exhaled when Ahllasta finally spoke. She ground her teeth when the woman kicked Darsby, enough strength in that simple action to cause him further injury. She tried to not shudder, and to resist the urge to place a barrier between him and Ahllasta.
Her teeth snapped together at the condition of the woman’s help. That wasn’t a promise she could make and keep. But she didn’t have time to fight it. The red-eyed man’s conversation sounded like it was nearing an end.
Her chin lowered as she dropped her gaze to Darsby. Reluctantly, she let two of her hounds melt back into formless mist at her feet. The relief of releasing the two semi-solid forms flooded over her, the draw of her powers lessening.
“The van out front,” she began in a near whisper, keeping her voice down to avoid being heard by Ahllasta’s companion. “Keep him,” she nodded in the general direction of the other intruder, “busy, and I can get Darsby there. And the both of us out of here.”
Some of the mist that had once been the hounds had already begun to creep around Darsby, almost protectively. The remaining hound stood at the ready in front of her, its bulk wider than her, acting like a living shield—so to speak—in case this whole thing was a trick.
Anora’s hounds hesitated when the woman—the monster, alien, demon, whatever she was—did not immediately try to defend or attack. Anora had had no idea what to expect from the… thing, but talking had not been among her considered possibilities.
She squared her jaw at the woman’s question about Darsby’s need for her.
“No,” she lied, a tinge of her surprise at chatting instead of fighting marring the harshness in her tone. “I was just convenient.” Her hounds pawed at the ground with Anora’s uncertainty at the situation.
She snorted at Ahllasta's hypothetical question of helping to get Darsby out of there. She glanced to Darsby’s bloodied, lifeless form. A chunk of plaster fell from the dent the woman had put in the wall from slamming him into it.
“I’d call you a liar,” she spat. The hounds snapped their teeth in unison at her last word. She dared a glance to where the first intruder had gone. He could be calling for backup, or cleanup. Or worse, depending on what ‘the Call’ was.
She didn’t have time for this. She could feel the draw on her energy from keeping the hounds solid, but she didn’t dare let them fade. Not yet. But if there was even a slight chance of making escaping alive easier, she had to take it.
“Why would you help me?” she asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. She suppressed a shudder as she met Ahllasta's gaze. She didn't trust those eyes.
Hi! Wanted to let you know that I edited the last paragraph in my last post to get rid of the dogs actually attacking since that was not addressed and fits better for a response with yours overall.

Also, I want to know if I have the right mental image at the moment. Ahllasta is in a partially human form, yes? With orange eyes and a horn? Also, how is her name pronounced? The voice in my head is reading it something like, "all-AS-tuh" at the moment, but I feel like that's probably far from the mark.

This is intended more to help us players keep track of how many days our characters have spent where.
A lot has happened, despite it only being a few days of in-game play.
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