<div class="floatleft">(http://drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/19/20100919232329-9eb928b7.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Virgin Flower</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Orchid</span></span><br/><em>Druid of Rosewood Forest</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8521); 40 HP (Current 40); AC 16<br/><br/>Spells in Effect:  None<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Orchid nodded to Wick. "Aye, the wind." She reiterated and then felt the wind once more upon her tanned skin. She did take note on how the ranger used all of the animal he had killed and admired that greatly. Far too many poachers would come into the woods and take what they wanted, not understanding how important it was to use all of the animal. If a creature was to be killed it was  more honorable to use all of it.<br/><br/>"The wind beckons for us follow it. We should hurry, but tread lightly. The woods are not safe as they once were..." Orchid commented, knowing that even she, a druid of Rosewood, could fall to danger with evil had crept into it.  The slender wild druid ran off beside Wick, her black wolf following  from a distance. Azrael always kept to the shadows.