Vëalíre,
Lioness of Prideless
Played by pine
note, vëalíre suffers from a sizable graze spanning her left side, a diagonal cut across her left shoulder, and a variety of cuts and scrapes littering her face and legs.


where am i? — without looking at the shoreline that stretched before her, vëalíre knew that the sands upon which she had moored were not the lands of her birth. they were different somehow—in the waves lapped against the shore; in the cries of the birds overhead; in the feel of the air itself. and yet, there was little time to concern herself with such things right now. shadow descended upon her, rousing the drunken consciousness of vëalíre’s mind, and a weak surge of alarm coursed through her hazy senses.

ears pressed against the curve of her head, and with much effort, vëalíre rose to her feet. she swayed dangerously, the edges of her vision blackening in perceived warning ( a warning of over exertion, which vëalíre noted with delayed concern ), but what else was she to do? vëalíre knew that she was much too weak to truly fight off an attacker, but at the same time, she refused to let herself be an easy target. lips curled weakly atop ivory fangs, and a low sound of warning rumbling within her chest as the lion neared. however, the impending attack she was certain would befall her did not come — and rather belatedly, she registered the rush of his voice. while vëalíre could not yet process the exact words that spilled from foreign lips, she could just detect the evident concern lilting through his voice. she blinked ( perhaps, stupidily, even ) and felt a ripple of uncertainty dance upon her face. ”come again?” she breathed cautiously, ignoring the trembling in her legs, as she lifted her gaze to meet his.

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@Kilian