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Victoire

The

BloodRed Montre
Owner:

Age: 3 years, 3 weeks, 6 days

Born: May 23rd, 2010

Adopted: 3 years, 3 weeks, 6 days ago

Adopted: May 23rd, 2010

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

"lath sulevin
lath araval ena
arla ven tu vir mahvir
melana 'nehn
enasal ir sa lethalin"

Be certain in need,
and the path will emerge
to a home tomorrow
and time will again
be the joy it once was.

Art by Nero; profile by finch

NEXT

When faced with a darkspawn for the first time, Victoire's bravado stuttered. As experienced a hunter she is, there was nothing to prepare her for the true savageness of the creatures. It was a Hurlock, the taller, more agile kin, and its fetid flesh came off in strips as it moved. Its face was gnarled and its pointed teeth jutted crudely from its mouth. It was malodorous and feral and howled when it sighted her, and as it lunged with its weapons drawn, Victoire felt her heart stop and her body go rigid with fear.

If it had not been for her sharp instincts, honed by years of stern discipline, she surely would have been at the mercy of the Blight. Her body moved on its own, dexterously pulling the dagger from her belt and thrusting it into the Hurlock's gut. She screeched as it screeched, and shut her eyes as the creature's dark blood spilled from the wound, splattering in thick gobs onto the earth.

Once it laid dead at her feet, yellow eyes turned back into its misshapen skull, Victoire burst into tears and collapsed onto the muddy ground. Her body trembled with primitive fear, and her mind reeled with the knowledge of how close she just came to tasting death.

Andruil protect me, for I am truly blessed.