Name: Yorian Age: 22 Gender: male Village: Cathalo Favored God(dess): Lahanna Appearence: Tall (around 6' 3"), very skinny, very fast. Completely shaved head with scars lining the forehead top of his head. Wears pants cut off at the knees, and a garb that crosses diagonally across his chest connected to his pants. Keeps a pole strapped to his back as a form of defense.
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The early morning mists were starting to settle on the outside of the stone walls that protected Cathalo. The mist was uncommon this time of year, and a lingering chill from the past winter remained. Regardless of this misfortune, as the priestess Dewynna claimed it was, the day had to carry on as usual, and Yorian still had to get up to fufill his duties to Lahanna.
As early morning light slowly crept into his room through the window, Yorian shut his eyes harder, wishing for the night to come once more that he may sleep longer. As soon as this didn't work, he decided to get up, albeit grudgingly, and hunt for some breakfast.
He threw on his clothes, strapped his spear to his back, and set outside for the nearby forest, looking around watching the village unfold into daytime.
Once outside the stone wall, the mist began to dissipate as his feet broke it up. The sunrise was oddly red, much like the shade it was known to exhibit at sunset. Most of the stars were still visible at zenith, inlcuding The Eye.
If he even noticed these details, it wouldn't mean much to him. Such readings were for the priestess and sorceress to examine. They were attendants of Lahanna.
The tall grass was wet with dew, making it easier to pass by unheard.
Not paying attention to the glare of the sun, headed towards a group of trees near the village. Finding a sturdy one, he slowly climbed up to the taller reaches of the tree, and silently waited for any animals to come by.
The tree gave him a little trouble, the lower branches being slipperly with the dew, and the higher ones bending more easily because of the wetness.
He heard a yipe, but did not immediately see an animal to match it. It sounded close by.
Hearing the yelp, he looked in the direction the yelp came from. Not seeing anything, he looked for a close by tree, and lunged for it, reaching out and grabbing onto the branch, careful not to slip from the mildew, and gained a firm grasp on the branch, slowly pulling himself onto it.
Seeing the brush shaking slightly, Yorian crouched on the tree limb, and softly jumped, landing on the hard earth with a slight thud. Very quietly, he sneaked up to the brush to investigate.
The tremble in the brush seemed to subside a bit, but then Yorian noticed the glint of something reflective from behind the tangle of grass, leaves, and twigs.
What he found was an injured animal - a fox pup with a gash on its left shoulder. It jumped back, startled. The tiny, shining thing around its neck jingled again.
Petting the pup on the back softly, he noticed it was quite hot. He pulled out some cold water and slowly drizzled it over the pup's back, and began to slowly wrap up it's wounds with the cloth.
The water created steam from the fox pup's back, which Yorian thought was very strange. The pup didn't even seem to notice it. It struggled against the bandages a little, not used to the pressure on its body.
"Must be abnormal body temperature," Yorian thought. "I'll have to take it back to the village and see what any physicians can do about it."
After wrapping the bandages around it's wounds, Yorian picked the pup up slowly and cradled it in his arms saying, "Don't worry. I'll get you help as soon as we get back."
The pup looked up at him with wide open eyes. It made a small noise, as if to acknowledge that Yorian was speaking to it.
Yorian could see that the pup's eyes were an unusual color for a fox. They were a deep, vibrant purple.
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Name: Yorian
Age: 22
Gender: male
Village: Cathalo
Favored God(dess): Lahanna
Appearence: Tall (around 6' 3"), very skinny, very fast. Completely shaved head with scars lining the forehead top of his head. Wears pants cut off at the knees, and a garb that crosses diagonally across his chest connected to his pants. Keeps a pole strapped to his back as a form of defense.
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The early morning mists were starting to settle on the outside of the stone walls that protected Cathalo. The mist was uncommon this time of year, and a lingering chill from the past winter remained.
Regardless of this misfortune, as the priestess Dewynna claimed it was, the day had to carry on as usual, and Yorian still had to get up to fufill his duties to Lahanna.
He threw on his clothes, strapped his spear to his back, and set outside for the nearby forest, looking around watching the village unfold into daytime.
If he even noticed these details, it wouldn't mean much to him. Such readings were for the priestess and sorceress to examine. They were attendants of Lahanna.
The tall grass was wet with dew, making it easier to pass by unheard.
He heard a yipe, but did not immediately see an animal to match it. It sounded close by.
"Don't worry, this won't hurt at all," Yorian said as he slowly reached for the pup.
After wrapping the bandages around it's wounds, Yorian picked the pup up slowly and cradled it in his arms saying, "Don't worry. I'll get you help as soon as we get back."
Yorian could see that the pup's eyes were an unusual color for a fox. They were a deep, vibrant purple.