Fall 7th of 510 AV.
Ruins of Nial
Late evening during a Waxing Gibbous (almost full moon)
She was naked, basking if you will under her lovers light. It was said long ago that the wolf was a man, a lover of the moon who shared the sky to lay with her. The sun grew angry with the moon's love and told the man to collect the moons favorite flowers from the land. So the man did. Unknown to him once his skin touched earth he would never return to his love but would instead be bound in a wolf's skin, alone to howl and call her name when she shines her brightest fro him. The flower to this day is wolf's bane.
She had been bathing in the moons light till she eventually fell asleep until now when she felt the ache in her legs and back. The ache and need to run. She stood and stretched tall. Her pale skin was glowing in the faint light of the moon and her dark red and black hair that was held in several braids waved around her pushed by the wind. She had a silver scar that ran across her left hip in the shape of a waning crescent. She opened her eyelids softly to show off dark orbs that scanned the forrest around her. She gathered her clothing from under a thorny rose and looked over at the ruins before her with a sigh before turning back to the almost full moon. The moon held no power over her or her change it just became a familiar and comforting sight. The protection of night. Every muscle and bone ached, she was more wolf than woman and she welcomed it.
She is a Kelvic able to take the form of an animal and a human, an old and dying race of shapeshifter that are left to wander the world without a true home, lost, and looking for companionship. All she had was stories, no past just heritage. No family just sketches of a life she once had. No home or possessions except a vile of Wolf's bane. She ran her hands over the vile with its chain latched around her slender neck. She could feel the warmth and weight of the vile as it sat against her. She collected her sketches also scatted under the rose and folded them into her right boot before dressing herself in breeches and a loose shirt.
Her hair was long and thick. She has several braids of several sizes, some held beads others held metals and all held her dark red and black hair. Few strands wisp across her face and brush her full heart shaped lips, she pulled two braids one from each side and tied the rest of her hair together with those two braids so her hair hung in a loose ponytail. A few strands hung across her face like a fringe to hid her dark eyes. Her leather bodice that she strapped on and soft cotton shirt all radiated the glow of the pale light upon her. Her dark breeches and boots blended her in with the bushes around her. She was one with the moon, a child of it, a creature of it.
She looked up at the moon and remembered the family she once had. They were up there as stars, that's where her mother told her they would go when they passed away, then they could look down and watch her grow. She wondered where she would wonder next and where she would be safe to turn back to her natural wolf state. She would have to hunt soon, it was moments like this she longed for a companion, someone to look after her and for her to look after. All these thoughts were soon interrupted by the smell of Wolf's bane and the snapping of twigs. She darted quietly and quickly behind the ruins with her dark orbs watching and searching for the interruption. It was a man, or at least appeared to be a man but had he seen her?
She had been hunting bandits and messing them around in payback for the crimes they had committed to her family, she knew they were after her now and they were getting smart. She looked to the moon then at the man "What do you want?" she whispered moving her position so they would not spot her. "Here to hunt the beast? The wolf? or here to take advantage of a lone female in the woods?" she asked as she circled the man from the tree line. "What do you want?" she growled.
