SteelWhisper

SteelWhisper
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Her story is a tragic one, of betrayal and heart break. A story that only one other individual might know the full of and the fire witch Rielle Eklenna certainly is not one to give away the secrets of others.

Blessed by the divine, hand selected to serve one who was a member of a holy order of paladins. A man who's name shall never more pass over her tongue and lips. She had been nothing but a wolf then, wild and proud though it was her loyal heart that the she-wolf had been selected for. Long legged and sleek, thick gray pelt with an unusual coloring of eyes: a frost nipped blue. Goddess selected she had been given gifts, one of which included that of a young, human woman. It had been a good, fulfilling life.

Then came the betrayal.

To die in the service of one who was Less than as they had presented themselves, unworthy and tainted - more interest shown in the whores he wooed than the beast wounded in his service. Mournful of the tragedy, the Powers That Be had granted the she-wolf one more chance at life but at a price. As death had found her as a wolf, so shall life be granted to her as a woman. Instead of seeing this gift with a thankful heart, it was seen as a curse.

Death was a better alternative.

The world experienced through the senses of a woman are but a shadow of what she knew them to be. This is a form of torture and she has sworn to strike out with her twisted heart and sense of justice in any way that she might. Those in the 'Goodly' services of the Gods her rightful targets. Those who might claim themselves as the must pure of souls to her were all that was wrong in the world, waging their holy wars. She shall wage her own personal war now against them.

Paladin Slayer.

She is a tall woman of a solid, athletic build - muscles that have been honed to service her for the one specific task she has taken upon herself. Once told by a man of how lovely her waist length mane of steel gray hair had been, it has since then been kept in a rather short and spiky array about a face that is yet some what youthful if now showing the marks of a hard life lived and fought through.

She is often dressed in soft buckskin: pants that hang low upon the sharp jut of hips (Much of her seems sharp as the name Steel would suggest) and with hems that drag long against the dust of the earth. In warmer weather, not but a vest is worn - it leaves the muscled build of arms bare along with the hard flat of the woman's lower abdomen. Only in the winter does she seem to bother with footwear or warmer gear.

As of late she has made her home within Myrken Wood, living mostly off the land and in the company of a small pack of wolves - be it that they have adopted their former sister or the other way about is hard to guess. Besides this, it would seem that the only company she savors to keep is that of Rielle as the two women do have a similar pain that they share.