Her name is a sibilant string of expressed consonants that -she- can not duplicate perfectly, hissed by her adoptive pack. To them, it means "Soft-skinned Bright Child." She dresses in animal skins wrapped roughly around her to protect her tender flesh from the thorns of the jungle creepers that the rest of the family ignores. She is their shaman, their thinker, their tactician, a gift of the jungles to them that they have protected well.
They are unawakened stalkers, proto-Dragon Kings without the gift of awakened minds and essences, and many, many months ago, they drove a pack of claw striders from a destroyed human caravan, claiming the kill for themselves.
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They are unawakened stalkers, proto-Dragon Kings without the gift of awakened minds and essences, and many, many months ago, they drove a pack of claw striders from a destroyed human caravan, claiming the kill for themselves.
( blah blah blah, cut for friendslists )
The sheet.