<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">  Six Months Ago - Nevta city otherwise known as the dark crystalline city  </span></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">" Finora!!!!!! To your left ! You need to get this kill, come on !" </span>A man leaned against a tall oak tree a large claymoric like sword hanging off his back. This was the man that was supposed to marry her , or so her father said. Eliondra's as a race preferred to breed within only their race, and in order to keep nobility arranged marriages were usually made. However , the prick with dark purple eyes, and light brown medium length hair was in no shape someone she wanted to marry.<br/><br/>" Yeah , whatever , " Her feet kicked her black horse's side signaling it to jog towards her left. Fact was she had to make this kill or else her father would force her to become more " lady like". Her eyes spotted the white dotted deer or as they say the snow deer. The deer was eating carefully off the grass , hooves deep in the ground. She lifted the silver bow up , with a long arrow attached to it. The arrow released her will trying to lessen the creature's impact with arrow, however her aim wasn't so good. It hit the deer in the leg just barely making its mark.<br/><br/>A long sigh escaped her lips. " This is no life for me." Actually she was planning on leaving this place , and never returning. She had heard of few other's that have , but the mark on her head that spreads like silver angel wings proved her family's crown , and most her kind outside this place would spat on her grave if they could. But staying , and obeying , killing creatures for survival....or for fun. Oh especially for fun was against her logic.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Now - Entering the braised chicken </span></div><br/><br/>Finora made her way down a sandy path , that a lead to a tavern called braised chicken. Lately , she has been taking rescue missions, or assassination missions just to survive. Her long jet black was tied up, with her bangs covering the Eliondra mark that was on her forehead. She had dark purple feather on the right side of her face which kept her hair tied up. But it was also a symbol of her lineage though it wasn't as noticeable as a mark.<br/><br/>A brown- tan  string shirt covered her body , and continued down in a sort of dress way the fabric seeming to highten  her creamy skin  ending mid thigh , ( of course she does have underwear) and then long hunting boots that start from her knees. Brass blackish purple gauntlets decorated both hands. A long silver bow swung behind her back , with a silver quiver attached to it holding her arrows.<br/><br/>When she made it to the tavern she made sure to read her note that said to come here , there was a mission for her. The past long behind her. Though , walking into the tavern made her feel even more of an outsider than riding on her horse on the streets. Her dark blue took in the scantily dressed women, and men playing their games. The bar keeper seeming to work rapidly on cleaning a black box.<br/><br/>" Pardon me but what kind of food do you have here? " She moved towards the bar leaning against it as she waited for the man's reply , catching the looks of a few men here , and there. But as usual most people just assumed she was some sort of night elf, though that was only partially true. However her half brethren were not known for good behavior, and neither was her race.