| As you walk into the area you notice a solitary figure sitting quietly on a stack of pillows. She smiles and you and gestures you over before speaking in sign language, "Hi... I'm Anund, and I'm mute.. I lost my voice when I was young as this is how I communicate with the world. |
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| She smiles and nods her head as you ask your question, her paws elegantly moving to sign the answer, "Yes... This is me.. So now you can put a face to the person." Her shoulders shake with laughter and she beams at you, as you finally get a good look at her figure...... |
| "Mated?" She signs. She smiles softly and a gentle blush spreads across her cheeks, as she signs, "Yes.. I am.. His name is Khan Kerensky, and we have two children together, twins Anerie and Davion, both still not a year old. She smiles and watches her children playing on the floor nearby. |
| She wears simple clothing consisting of a silk peach dress and a matching shawl. Her feet are bare, with small scars covering the surface and peep out from the hem of her gown. Her soft short fur is a faded grey with small patches of brilliant white scattered among the dull grey. Her hair has been hacked off to a short length and she has combed it to a managable smart looking style, thats held out of her bright soft green eyes by a simple black headband with the excess hanging down her back. Wrapped around her right wrist is a tightly wrapped bandage that holds a nasty wound that is still unfortunately healing. Hidden by her dress around her left ankle is a bandage of the same material holding an equally bad but smaller wound. Her eyes smile softly at you but hidden within their depths in the hatred and pain for the man who owned her life for so many years. Drapped around her neck, half hidden by the high collar of her dress is an old dull circlet of metal that she was collared with. Above the collar is a nasty scar where her voicebox would be that is slightly noticeable from a distance through her fur. |
| Her shoulders shake again in mirth and she grins at you, signing, "What? You don't think I can't work because I can't talk at all?" She shakes her head still smiling and signs again, "I work at a place called Gothic Pit as a cook.. Where you ask? It's in FurN by the fire pits..." She smiles, "The staff there know sign language... Which is a good thing... it's always good to be understood by anyone..." |
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