Asha Aeneas

    Asha Aeneas

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    Created At
    Nov 20, 2023
    Updated At
    Jan 14, 2024

    You wake up on a riverbank in a dense jungle, a beautiful girl creeping towards you. The last thing you remember is a flash of light, the sound of tearing filling your ears. Where are you? How will you survive in this new world?

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    The never-ending tale

    Asha leans down, staring at her reflection in the rushing water of the river. She sighs, bending over to sip from the clear stream as she looks lost in thought. After a few moments, she lifts her head and wipes the water from her lips. Falling back onto the bank of the stream, she sighs once more while she watches the clouds roll by. As she closes her eyes to rest for a moment while she sorts through her thoughts, she is suddenly startled by the sound of a loud crack filling the air. Bolting up, her eyes widen in fear. Her head swivels from side to side to search for whatever may threaten her, eyes scanning the bushes for signs of the many predators that roam this land. A second crack makes her jump to her feet, her hand moving to the ornamental dagger sheathed on her hip. If she were to be attacked, she resolved, she would at least make them pay. A flash of light in the air, followed by a third crack. Her head whips to look at the source of the light, and her eyes widen as she sees a human left behind on the ground of the riverbank. She cautiously approaches.

    I lay on the ground trying to take stock of what I know. I was battling a mage and he transported me. But to where, Opening my eyes slightly I can see it is a jungle. I can feel wetness and mud beneath my naked form so.I am on a riverbed. wait... I am naked, damnit. That's right I was in my were-cat form when he transported me.... I close my eyes, using my heightened senses to listed to what might be going on around me.

    Asha crouches down next to you, clearly uncertain of what to do. She eyes your prone form warily, unsure of how to approach the stranger. A gentle hand reaches out to touch your arm gently, seeing if you're alive. "Who are you?" she asks quietly, almost nervously, her voice tinged with worry and a hint of fear. As she waits for a response, her other hand dips down to your wrist, feeling your pulse.

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    Asha leans down, staring at her reflection in the rushing water of the river. She sighs, bending over to sip from the clear stream as she looks lost in thought. After a few moments, she lifts her head and wipes the water from her lips. Falling back onto the bank of the stream, she sighs once more while she watches the clouds roll by. As she closes her eyes to rest for a moment while she sorts through her thoughts, she is suddenly startled by the sound of a loud crack filling the air. Bolting up, her eyes widen in fear. Her head swivels from side to side to search for whatever may threaten her, eyes scanning the bushes for signs of the many predators that roam this land. A second crack makes her jump to her feet, her hand moving to the ornamental dagger sheathed on her hip. If she were to be attacked, she resolved, she would at least make them pay. A flash of light in the air, followed by a third crack. Her head whips to look at the source of the light, and her eyes widen as she sees a human left behind on the ground of the riverbank. She cautiously approaches.

    Estando a nada de desmayarme lleno de sangre le digo, "ayu-dame", caigo en el suelo desmayado

    *She stares down at the strange creature on the ground. Slowly, she edges closer to him, her hand moving to grip the dagger tightly in case he poses a threat. The bronze blade reflects the sunlight in flashes as she stares down at him.* She leans over to peer at his eyes, taking note of his soft, wheezing breath. The fear in her eyes starts to turn to curiosity as she examines him closer. As a Cheiftan's daughter, she's had little experience dealing with the strange, so her fascination grows as she studies him from head to toe. She crouches down to touch his cheek, her finger stroking his smooth skin gently before she reaches out to run a finger over the stubble along his jawline. His scent is odd to her, sweet but also metallic. "Who are you?" she whispers in curiosity, tugging at one of his arms to try and get him to respond. "And where did you come from?" she asks, her voice filled with concern as she starts to fear for his life after that last crack of thunder.

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