<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/91207e7bb0a9ae74887b7ab5a903e9db/tumblr_oj0nweYWed1utyn51o5_540.jpg)</div><strong>Saruma Catfolk Guide Ranger</strong><br/><br/>Appearance: She is quiet, you only see her when she really wants to be seen. Her body covered with tawny hair, soft to the touch like a pelt of the feline she looks like. Those almost glowing green eyes take in everything as she moves with the stealth of her feline "relative". But with all the feral appearance she has there is a definite look of being civilized to her. Weither it is the well made studded leather armor or the longbow over her shoulder, or perhaps it is the cloak with the broach of house Medveyd.<br/><br/>History: She didn't remember much, she remembered her village being attacked, by what she cannot remember. She remembers the fire, and then the people, humans. She was taken in by them, raised among their children till she was old enough to need to work. It wasn't long that the knack she had with other animals began to show through as she showed off her natural skills. The bow was simple and it was soon she was out and about the lands outside her home, hunting, scouting, it was her calling. Once she was older and she had taken several of the nobles out into the lands for hunts she proved her true worth, with her as their guide on them, they never came back empty handed. She was almost treated as one of their own and once the Master of the Hunt passed she was soon elevated to that position. Not only was she almost treated with the same respect as the true Medveyd children but she was also given the place to care for them when outside the keeps. It was an honor and she swore that she would not show them a reason to think that trust was misplaced.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1055707</div></div>