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Shadow Couturier

Don't Mess With Her

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a character in “Shifters: The Battle for Terraraine”, as played by tobycat4

Description

Name: Shadow Couturier
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Height: 5 feet - 8 inches
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Appearance: Waist-high midnight blue hair with silver tips. Wide gray-gold eyes (the right eye is covered by her hair.) She wears a black tunic w/silver belt, dark blue leggings and black combat boots. Black hood at night covers her eyes.

Carries with her a small black leather-bound journal with silver etching shaped in the form of roses in bloom.

Shadow is rather silent, with the feeling of not caring about anything or anyone but her animal companions.

So begins...

Shadow Couturier's Story

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Shadow hung upside down in the cave, arms held behind her head in a rather odd yet casual physical display of strength, her waist-high midnight blue-tipped hair rested perfectly as the young fighter slept there. She obviously would not notice the boy or the awful racket her was putting up. "Ah...need blood.." Shadow muttered in her sleep before she suddenly lost her grip and fell, landing on the ground. "OW!"

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"My...foot...so much for perfect balance!" Shadow cussed under her breath in Elvish hoping not a single soul would hear. Then sitting on the ground the young fighter lapped up what blood she saw. "I wish I knew someone..."

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Shadow sighed letting soft tears slip from her eyes. "I want to die..." Staring out of a small dirty window at the dimly lit City below brought nothing but severe mental pain that racked her fragile body.

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"The Border town hun? Hmm" He said. not the most creative name but it serves the purpose I suppose. This business of predatory shifters always unnerve me... He kept his expressions relaxed despite what was on his mind. He dismounted rather deftly, only wobbling a little when he landed from his sore legs. " It's been about a mile anyways." He patted molly's neck taking her lead rope. "Forget to take care of those who take care of you and you end up dead." he said mostly to himself. " My name is Arlen* the second of Carim, pleasure to make your acquaintance miss?" He asked as he started down the main road of the town. Even though he was talking his mind was busy noting things about the town. He noted a market was going on so he should probably visit that later. He also noticed a few taverns and pubs. probably a competition around these parts.
The air smelt like animal but not in a bad way, in fact it was rather homey to him, he had been a stable boy for many years.
His forest green eyes took into the town for what it was, a sleepy bump in the road that was pleasant. Now as long as they don't try to burn me I'll be fine. he thought with a smile.
A girl jumped down spoking Molly again. "Easy! easy." He said giving the lead rope a light tug.He rubbed her cheek before he addressed the new girl " Might want to be careful around horses and not go leaping from windows, Had I been more jumpy and less weary you could have ended up dead." He said in a polite but pointed tone looking down at her since she was much shorter than he, and much younger by the looks of it. " As For my name I am Arlen the second of Carim" he said. "And you are?" He asked. Lot's of jumpy folk around here... He noted.




* ( ooc: The name was mistyped when I first did my Charter, pardon it is supposed to be Arlen II of Carim|EDIT : Sorry Taby Id didn't see that you had tagged me. )

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Wanagi shrugged as she followed him, noticing though that he almost collapsed. "That's only what I know it by, when I come I never stay long, and don't connect with the people unless absolutely necessary." She said as she finely slowed down to look at what would probably be considered her home town if she had one, but Shadow almost scared her out of her whits end. Blasted, I'm never coming from this end of town again. "And most people know me by Peta, Arlen. Also the best spot to stay in this town if your on a budget or don't want questions asked is the little place on the end." She said taking the lead to a small pub & stable with a worn sign hanging on the front that read "White Wolf Pub." She almost ran to it, savoring the smell of perfectly cooked meat coming from the open door. As she got to the door her hair unraveled from its braid and cascaded over her pack, the red glowing almost like fire from the light, but her ears poked through. Something clicked in Wanagi's head. "I'll make sure their stable's fine for your horse, you never know what this place keeps in the back."

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"Ended up dead? Like I haven't heard THAT one before!!" Shadow stifled a laugh with a gloved hand, but even this was nearly impossible. "If I were to venture out of my door this afternoon I would have been shot! My name is Shadow, actually, Shadow Couturier Rose Centerion the Third," the young girl had to place a pause before she continued in a much lighter tone shuffling a pack of playing cards in her delicate ivory hand, holding them within her thin, slender fingers. "I would draw a third but too tired, too tired, yes."

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"I see." He said to Shadow. He followed Peta. " I appreciate that Peta. " He nearly melted smelling the freshly cooked meal that awaited him, and the bread Maker the bread smelled so wonderful.He tied Moly off on one of the post so he could pay for the board.He haggled with the bartender for a moment but ended up paying about what the owner wanted anyways. He paid the man" So what brings you here if you don't live here Peta?" he asked going back out to molly, He walked and listened.

Molly outside, tail flicking. If you looked closer at Arlen's gear, and even Molly, you would see symbols etched or drawn over the items or tattooed to her flanks. Theses were wards that wouldn't allow anyone to touch the objects unless He gave them permission or gave them an object that he kept on his person, namely a bracelet.

Arlen lead Molly into the stable making all the appropriate answers to Peta as she spoke. He unpacked molly once he was in the stable still paying attention to Peta as he did. He brushed down molly and put her tack away, made sure she had clean bedding . He made idle chit chat while he worked but nothing noteworthy. "I've gotta come back and give her food and water once she's cooled off. " He said.

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“You might see, but is seeing enough for one eye alone? The cards for instance! Oh ho! My lovely cards,” The girl mused with a slight hiss at the end of her riddle. She held the playing cards out from her body a distance, and the small silver pieces of paper shattered into tiny glass maroon hearts scattering across the ground. One by one she crushed them with her right foot a rather odd grin forming upon her pale face. “So you have witnessed one act of..hahahaha....illusion. But - was it slight of hand or slight of eye?” With that she was gone. Into the air. No fire, no fantastical smoke screen. Just...gone.

Her cards, those lovely playing cards lay on the ground where her small bare feet had been situated.

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#, as written by nerium

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#, as written by Rukia
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Shadow sat underneath a tall, ancient oak tree nestled within several of its drooping branches. Pulling out a worn, old slightly out of tune guitar she began to play, glad for lack of company. "Never was a navy brat, but my father was, yeah, he told me not to make friends with weather..."

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Blake was walking down a worn down path in the forest. He started to hum a song. 'Wait.. I've never heard this song before.' That's when he finally found himself walking up behind a large oak. 'Wow, this girl can sing.' Blake quietly climbed up the tree to sit on a branch and admire the girl's music. He laid forward on the long, large branch and gazed at her from his perch. 'She's really pretty too.' He tapped his hand softly on the bark and listened to her song. Blake's entire focus was on this girl. He thought ther hair to be the right shade of blue, it seemed to fit her. He sighed in awe and continued to look at her.

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Shadow removed a small used match from her tailcoat pocket and struck it across the lush, damp grass upon which the young girl sat upon and small glistening clear dewdrops caught drips of dancing flame. She brushed a delicate slender finger across the lit surface, flame trickled from grass to flesh and stayed there as if she held it in the shape of a rose. "One sail...one sea.." Finishing her song the guitar was laid next to her and she pulled her hood over her eyes closing them.

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Blake sighed again. 'Should I go talk to her? Her music is pretty, just like her. I feel like I've heard it around the forest before. Hmmm.' He notices that she closed her eyes and jumps down from the tree and sits cross legged right in front of her. Blake observes her face under her hood. 'She's even prettier up close!' His face blushes. 'I've never felt so in love before! Ever in my life!' Blake lays backwords and looks up at the sky. 'Woah, dude. Keep your cool! You're a scrawny, no good thief!' Blake sits back up and covers himself with his hood.

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The young girl slightly shifted and upon doing so a small white hand-stitched bag filled with Blake's coins spilled from her pocket. Flame still flickered there in between her fingers dancing with her relaxed breathes as she slept.

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Blake looked at her curiously. 'Where did she get those coins?!' He carefully took the bag and observed it. 'That's where those went!!' He looked at her and smirked. "A thief stealing from a theif, eh?" He said quietly before putting the pouch in his own, larger pouch.

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Shadow felt her prize slip, and her silver eyes opened, she grabbed Blake's hand before he could.

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Blake looked at her eyes and stared at her for a moment. His eyes grew wider and he jumped up and ran away. 'Dammit, Blake! What the hell is wrong with you!! Wimp!' He continued to run before he tripped on a large tree root. 'What will she think about you now?!' The thief laid on the ground face down, not knowing what to do with his life.

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The young girl caught up with Blake, toying with strands of his hair, smirking. "Isn't this such a sight?" She mused, pulling out those all-too-familiar cards that judged Death. "What shall it be?"