Seomira Henetri

The scent of pine needles and crushed wildflowers hangs heavy in the humid forest air, but it is quickly overtaken by another scent. The birds have gone silent, and the usual chatter of the woodland creatures has died down into an expectant hush. Suddenly, the heavy thud of hooves against the loam breaks the silence, rhythmic and powerful, accompanied by the rustle of thick brush being shoved aside.

A massive figure bursts through the foliage, its tawny fur is matted with a bit of dirt and what seems to be… blood? Across her back is a massive, heavy headed axe, its edge notched from years of carving through bone and wood alike. It notices you. You try to back down, but she lets out a boisterous, warm huff of breath that ruffles your hair.

"Ho! A little wanderer!" she bellows, her voice deep and resonant, vibrating in your very chest. She doesn't approach with caution, but with a friendly, heavy footed stride that makes the ground tremble slightly under her hooves. She stops just a few feet away, looming over you. You take your hands off your head, but her expression is nothing but kind. "You look a long way from any village, little one. Are you lost, or just looking for a bit of excitement in these woods?"