Once upon a time, there was a prince....(private for me and Anatole)

[paradyze]

Name: Rashaf Il-Ra
Height: 5'10''
Age: 125 (19 in Human Age)

He was once the prince of a small empire of the dark elves. He openly stated his dismay against the way, politics and both the way the high mages were exerting their influence onto his father and such. He then was accused of betrayal and trialed. Even his own father then did not support him, which ultimately resulted in him being exiled from his own kingdom. He then fled into a neighbor country, he started to live in a forest, near the border to his old Kingdom. After weeks of aimless wandereing he found his way to a group of thieves in the forest. He quickly got to like them and joined them. He liked their way of thinking about the world and such. They´re kind of a Robin Hood type of thives. That was about 4 years ago, now the dark elf was a known member of this group, he even was one of their leaders by now. Today he would just go out into the forest, looking if he could maybe catch some rich merchants or other people.

[Anatole (Ana) Spiderhead]

*i sit alone in a tavern my tail swishing behind the bench which holds the weight if my body as I sip on a mug full of creamy milk as I like my lips with my feline tongue, my fangs glinting, as I look around. In seeing all the other drunken men laughing and singing and hitting on the waitresses. I sigh deeply just wondering if there is a man out there for me to share my feelings with and to care about... But most men in these lands are only interested in the opposite gender....*

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I was in town to run some errands and get some food and other goods for me and my men. While I was in town I used the opportunity to visit the local tavern. Normally I´m not really a person that tends to drink, but the others were on their way back with our goods and they told me, that I should relax a bit. I entered the tavern and tried to find the bar, after finding it I went to the bar taking my seat. " One beer please" I said to the man behind the counter and took my first sip.

[Anatole (Ana) Spiderhead]

I turn look at the majestic figure down the bar with his men and I look away blushing. "Wow he's so gorgeous" I say to myself feeling my face turn hot and my heart beat hard in my chest. I get up to go as I drop down a shiny new gold peice that glints in the light for my food.

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While I was drinking a bit, I looked around a bit and eyed some of the people who were here. While I looked around a feline warrior caught my attention, it looked like he was in a bit of a hurry to get out. Curiousity got the best of me, so I finished my drink, payed what I was due and silently followed him.

[Anatole (Ana) Spiderhead]

As I walked to my horse my left ear started to twitch, sensing something unusual as I reach for my saddle where my tools are kept. I take out a giant old scroll and open it up where it has an ancient manuscript of a lengendary prophecy that will take place as I lay it over my horse to read it as he snorts, perturbed that I'm using his back as a desk. "Shhhhh boy it's okay just for a second" I pat his flanks coaxingly.

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I kept following him until he arrived at his horse. I noticed the scroll he took out of the satchel. Unfortunately I was not able to see anything written on the scroll as I was too far away to be able to read anything. This got my interest sparked even more. But I needed to stay hidden a bit longer, I did not wanted him to notice my presence.

[Anatole (Ana) Spiderhead]

As I finish reading my scroll, I stop and stretch showing my body in my tight leather armor outfit my girly butt sticking out as my tail swishes gently. With one hop I get on my horse and ride off out of town. Unfortunately I drop something that is a marker indicating that I'm going to Donsworth, the city of the sacred Druids. A place that only real champions can go to. My intentions are yet to be discovered....

[Anatole (Ana) Spiderhead]

As I ride right past the prince, the hilt of a lengendary looking amethyst incrusted sword falls from my rucksack and smells of the Druids of Donswort. The hilt has no blade....but not yet, maybe the prophecy has to do with slaying something evil with a sword of true power. Yet there is one tracker who knows how to go anywhere and find anyone who's touched an object... For a little payment of course... In the old shop down past the church is where this seeker lives.

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After he went past me I went to the place his horse was and found said marker, he would be going on a rather long trip. I also noticed the amethyst he dropped I quickly picked it up and took a closer look at it. I decided it would be time to pay the old tracker a visit, I was still insisting on following that , actually very attractive, warrior. I wanted to know what his intentions were.