<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/35roasb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>An-Yah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893851#msg15893851)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Painteno Huntress<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>A rooftop in Amberdale/after midnight/ W1D3-Castalin<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Peldor, Taran, OPEN<br/><br/>Just as the barely clad barbarian landed on the rooftop Felicity, chest heaving with anger and possibly exertion from kicking her way through a small stone wall thundered through the alleyway accompanied by six guards who had come to the ruckus and possibly save some poor soul from being used as a billows in the pissed off Amazon's forge. But either by sheer skill or sheer luck all three would-be prowlers were out of sight and saved from being made into taxidermy specimens.<br/><br/>Finding nothing to deal with the guards dispersed leaving the raging blacksmith to continue the hunt alone. But she had a stew cooking and didn't want to burn it looking for some drunken idiot or a gaggle of bored kids looking to cause trouble. So with a loud huff in a way similar to a bull complete with the cloud of vapor that erupted from her nose she turned on her heel and stomped back to her forge. The silence that had once ruled the nightly realms of Amberdale's streets returned. Small frogs peeped in the distance and the eerie hoot of an owl on the prowl went up, like a signal to the wilds all was well once more.<br/><br/>An-Yah stayed huddle in the curve of the rooftop for another minute before she poked her head up ears still drooping as fear continued to hold firmly on her frantically beating heart. She studied the two male persons who seemed as relaxed as can be even with the prospect of nearly being eaten by an Amazon and invincible metal guardians being just a stone's throw away from their hiding spot. Were all humans like this? No wonder the Gnoll found and captured so many adventurers aimless wandering the roads near their clan lands. They all have no sense of self preservation. Licking her lips softly she leaned out and sniffed the the gourd the barbarian man was holding, it smelt like water, but she wasn't keen on accepting things from humans she didn't know.<br/><br/>"An-Yah be gladden if she not been almost eaten twice aready." She crawled out more staying on all fours and she weaved around the two males her tail and ears erect with caution her nose crinkling as she smelled after the woman and metal guardians her backside up in the air slightly facing the two men, a loin cloth of the same animal print as her short skirt being seen. "Why big female human so mad?" She lowered herself into a very dog like sitting position. Rump touching the tiles of the roof and hands flat down between her legs. "An-Yah just wanna food, was chasing bigga rat that went una angry person's little hut." Her ears droop again and she points a blunt claw at the smith shed.