10-10-2012, 10:48 PM
(Fires in halfling form )
Fire stretched her right hand was bent and twisted. Though no bones had broken, the tendons in it had torn. The healing had happened to fast making her once strong dominant hand, weak and next to useless. Her heart stirred at the thought of a hunt; it helped that she was on a high. Humming in her deep, gruff, horse halfling voice, she followed the call, her slightly crazed eyes flicking around. Coming up to the group she smiled knowing that the fun was about to begin. She tended to be a great hunter; if she didn't fall, or rise, suddenly. "So, where exactly are we headin'? And what tools are we usin'?" Her southern accent didn't help anyone understand her better.
Sighing Fire waited for an answer. She let her mind wonder to all the hunts she had been in. As a female, she was trained from a very young age, the elements of the hunt. Much like the lions from the other land, her pack was protected by males and fed by females. All able boded females old enough to sit still were expected to learn. It was just another female thing, like cloth work. Hearing someone speak she jumped to the present, and smiled at Everly. Fire had felt a connection ever since she pulled the wolf from the mud. Fire barly blamed Everly for her now mangled hand.
Fire stretched her right hand was bent and twisted. Though no bones had broken, the tendons in it had torn. The healing had happened to fast making her once strong dominant hand, weak and next to useless. Her heart stirred at the thought of a hunt; it helped that she was on a high. Humming in her deep, gruff, horse halfling voice, she followed the call, her slightly crazed eyes flicking around. Coming up to the group she smiled knowing that the fun was about to begin. She tended to be a great hunter; if she didn't fall, or rise, suddenly. "So, where exactly are we headin'? And what tools are we usin'?" Her southern accent didn't help anyone understand her better.
Sighing Fire waited for an answer. She let her mind wonder to all the hunts she had been in. As a female, she was trained from a very young age, the elements of the hunt. Much like the lions from the other land, her pack was protected by males and fed by females. All able boded females old enough to sit still were expected to learn. It was just another female thing, like cloth work. Hearing someone speak she jumped to the present, and smiled at Everly. Fire had felt a connection ever since she pulled the wolf from the mud. Fire barly blamed Everly for her now mangled hand.