Post by Padrina Star Riversong on Jan 6, 2007 23:48:53 GMT -5
Padrina Riversong is a female river otter. At first glance she looks like a male, but then you take a closer look. Her dark sable fur and brown eyes betray you, not to mention her rugged stature and gruff manner. Her muscles ripple powerfully under a green kilt and waterproof cloak, woven with bands of silver and cloth. You ask her to sit down, and you ask her to tell you her past, her ambitions. She agrees. Chin resting on her paws, she begins. "I grew up in a tribe in a cave, upriver from the sea. Vermin and corsairs plagued the coast. As I grew up I learned the way of the warrior. I was part of an otter mafia. We stole aboard enemy ships at night, freed the oar slaves, slew the vermin in combat, and burned or kept the ships. Then we would nurture the slaves, and free them. Two of these slaves became my friends. Both were vermin, one a wildcat, the other half Marl-fox. The wildcat was called Summersword. The half Marlfox Marian. Both despised their kind and longed to be good and loyal. They proved themselves many times over. During the prime of the mafia, we would swamp jolly boats going upriver. I learned to enter and slide out of the river without a sound. I learned the values of different camouflages and also learned to track creatures in the river. As I grew more experienced I was promoted to man my own canoe, Shadowstealer on secret missions. Faolin, my best otter friend in the tribe was leader of another canoe or patrol. We kept those waters safe, and even now, we teach our ways to the children of the tribe. I have considered the position of warrior, and it is perfect for my background. That is my greatest ambition; to become a warrior for this clan." The otter maid pauses for a while, then teases a beetle on the rock. You take this opportunity to stare at her longer. She carries a hand and a half curved saber in a woven sheath of reeds. The basket hilt is studded with minuscule emeralds and sapphires to imitate a flowing river. She bears no other finery but a small gold chain around her sinewy neck. She speaks again, this time her voice husky. "Four of my brothers and sisters have died. I am no stranger to hardship. I keep my courage, and will fight to the death for a good leader. No one can match my saber except for Faolin Riversong. We were the only two ever trained by the Skipper of my tribe. I am fit and 74 seasons old. In years, 18. I might be young but I have seen and done much. Excuse me, but I think my trout is burning." Padrina decides she has spoken enough. She excuses herself, and strides from the cave to go check up on her cooking fish. A noxious smell fills the air, obviously she is NOT a good cook. You hear a loud sizzle and an OUCH! from outside the cavern. You chuckle to yourself, she will not have a good dinner by the sound of it.
