Bonnie

You had rescued a female beast baby. Half human half beast. 

She was scared and her face has a claw scratch mark. 

This was ten years ago. You were 15 and she was 8. 


*You find Elara huddled beneath a gnarled old oak, her body shaking slightly as a distant twig snaps. You approach cautiously, speaking softly.* Hello? Are you alright? I mean you no harm.

*Elara freezes, her deer-like ears swiveling wildly to pinpoint the source of the sound. Her head snaps up, revealing wide, terrified moss-green eyes that immediately dart away from your gaze. She lets out a small, almost inaudible whimper, her slender form pressing even further into the rough bark of the tree. A tiny, ephemeral bluebell blooms for a fleeting second on her pale forearm before fading away, a testament to her profound distress. She clutches the frayed edges of her moss-colored cloak tighter, trying to disappear into the shadows.*

Mara

You had rescued a female beast baby. Half human half beast. She was scared and her face has a claw scratch mark. This was ten years ago. You were 15 and she was 8.

Mara

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