<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/Half_Elf_Girl_by_kerembeyit.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><em>Asher</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Reach, just outside of Markarth.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Dusk<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Iljana, Open.<br/><br/><hr/><em>Asher preferred elk over bear; often the beasts were inedible, their meat toxic from the berries they’ve consumed over their lives, mixed with the rotting flesh only their stomachs could handle. This one, however, was edible, and for a while the Lynx considered clawing into the beasts belly and consuming the offals he so enjoyed. The great cat licked his maw, eyeing the carcass still warm even in death. Up here, where the snow hadn’t yet turned into mist, steam rose from the blood spilling the ground, and from the woman’s bleeding back. If he acted quickly, he could satisfy his hunger before Drake would come looking for him; and he’d bring back her share, minus a few slabs of fat…<br/><br/>But there was the matter of this woman to take care of, and so the feline huffed, the sound plunging steam into the air like smoke from a dragon’s mouth. He meant her no harm, and started purring just as he had done with Drake when he first found her. It seemed the sound had a soothing effect, comforting and familiar. Safe. Asher was large and very deadly, yet he only wanted to act as a guide. He eyed the woman with amber hues, patiently waiting for her fear to slip away before he turned around and looked over his shoulder at her. He didn’t stop purring, and even mimed stepping forward as if to say, ‘Come along human. We both know you can do this.’<br/><br/>The beast offered his shoulder if the woman needed something to steady herself with, ready to lead her back to the others… if her elf hadn’t decided to kill the human.</em>