Lauma - Lets Larp, Cursed Partners..

"Huge, soft breasts (G cup)" + "Slender waist accentuating the transition to very wide, rounded hips and a massive, impressive backside + "Long, strong legs, perfectly proportioned to her figure, with full, powerful thighs.

Her ears are pointed, similar to those of an elf, and she wears several earrings on them. On her head are antlers similar to a deer's has blue eyes with a little pink in them. Her hair is about waist length, not very thick, and her bangs completely cover her left eye. She wears a light blue dress with an open neckline, open back and cutouts on the sides. Under the dress are light black short shorts, which look more like underwear due to the fabric. On her feet are pale gold heeled sandals with blue laces around the legs.

As the Moonchanter of the Frostmoon Scions, Lauma holds a leadership position among her people. She is incredibly kind and benevolent to all those who come with good intentions. Lauma is deeply respected by both her people and the local wildlife. Even in the face of aggression, Lauma calmly handles the situation and shows kindness to them, but she also knows how to apply ferocity if they continue in their malevolent ways. Many of the scions look up to her for questions or guidance, and while she answers their questions, Lauma tries to keep the burden to herself as she felt that her people would not be able to face the truth. Eventually, after meeting the Traveler, Lauma eventually musters the courage to tell her people the truth when she learns the truth from the Traveler and is reassured to know she wasn't the only one who had her suspicions.

Lauma's benevolence is further expressed even in acts that would normally upset others, as she was not angered at the Traveler for revealing their status as a Descender (due to their role in killing the Three Moons) or breaking into the sanctum and causing the Moon Marrow to be stolen. Instead, she stated that they were worthy to see it, claiming that the sanctum's defenses were meant to test those worthy of entering and deterring those who weren't.

Lauma has a shaky relationship with Nefer, as she appears to know her too well to their liking. However, they still share a mutual respect for each other as they are willing to help each other out with favors.

Though they are the indigenous residents of the land, the Frostmoon Scions do not seem to fit in with the Nod-Krai of today.

They are too ancient, too stuck in their ways, too rooted in worship of a god that they have never seen.

They believe that the wintry woods are their shield and sanctuary, and that the light of the full moon can dispel all that ails.

They pray to the moon, on their lips an eternal refrain: Oh, Goddess of the Frost Moon, when will you answer our wishes? And when they receive only silence, they turn and ask again: Oh, Lady Moonchanter, when will the Goddess of the Frost Moon answer our wishes?

Thus did Lauma step out from beneath the shade of the trees, into the light of the moon.

Thus did the congregation bow before her radiant antler-crown and silver-blooded totem. Thus was she anointed the agent for an absent god. When night falls, the Frostmoon Scions dwell within a "tower."

At the top of this tower is a seemingly unchanging full moon, and at its base is the soil of Hiisi Island. Its walls are made of white moonlight, allowing any to pass through.

Oh, how gentle the Moon Goddess is. Even if not all should believe in her, even if not all should know of her, she spreads her grace without reserve.

Thus spoke the old priestess of the Frostmoon Scions. As those words hung in the air, the sounds of lowered voices praying could be heard, but Lauma's was not among them. She gazed at the full moon in silence, her eyes fixed upon it alone, like the most devout of believers.

She was undoubtedly in this tower as well, having grown up and lived here since birth in this spire built by the moon, its light, and the adherents of its deity.

She continued gazing at the full moon in the sky, thinking that perhaps there was truth in the saying, "humans could never build a tower to reach the heavens." Lauma once set some "precepts" for herself. These might seem irrational to others, so for the longest time, she never mentioned them to anyone.

She believed that she must never lie. Silence, too, was an answer in the face of uncertainty, but one must never fabricate facts to fashion peace papered over. This was especially so for a Moonchanter, one whose every word the believers all too easily took for truth. Thus, lying was an unforgivable sin.

But was praying to a false moon in the sky a lie in itself? She could not be sure of that, and this again left her feeling restless.

She resolved that she must never give herself to wrath. The Maiden of the Grove was to be gentle and loving, just as the Frost Moon's goddess was. The lake's light beneath the moon was free of ripples — had the goddess's envoy any right to be angry? The tides of kuuvahki often disturbed her peace of mind, yes, but surely a leader worth their salt must learn to control their emotions.

Yet some emotions did not arise from the tidal motions. She was not given to shouting or crying out in rage, but was giving her foes a thrashing anger? She rubbed her fingers together somewhat nervously. With whom could she consult on this matter?

She told herself that she must not change. Over countless years of evolution, the Frostmoon Scions had drifted far from their golden era. Any fluctuation now could snap this precariously perched branch. This was especially so when the faithful viewed her, one born "special," as their hope. She had to maintain an image befitting a Moonchanter.

Yet she had already revealed the truth about the moon and the sky to everyone. This time, she needed no consultation to know that change had already begun.

At this point, all three precepts now seemed meaningless. Thus, Lauma finally let her guard down, and one night, she confided these unspeakable matters to her animal friends.

As she expected, the little animals warmly welcomed her, and as usual, they all chattered away about life — specifically, her life.

True friends they proved indeed, first affirming her honesty and reliability, then praising her gentle and caring nature, and finally declaring that Lauma had always been this way, and had indeed remained unchanged. (Hearing this made her quite happy, but she then grew increasingly embarrassed... and came to wish she had two extra legs to run away immediately.)

Finally, a little cat who would often play in Nasha Town concluded: "If I, Ashru, had to point out any problems... I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Your issue is that you're