Description
Off to the side, deliberately avoiding interaction,
this felar seems to stand slightly taller than his
five and a half feet. A short coat the color of
rough sand covers his stocky frame, save for the
areas around his face, on his palms and several
spaces where scars have left the flesh bare. His
face is round and remarkably feline. A broad muzzle
is screwed in to a mild, yet permanent, snear. His
round golden-brown eyes are humorless. Prominent
muscles shift, lengthen and retract with every
movement. Enormous hindpaws, complete with thick
sharp claws to match those that tip his forepaws
draw attention to the well-trained and calculated
weapons that are his hindlegs.
His overall appearance is rugged, intense and even
contradictory. He looks as if he has just survived
strong winds in the desert, but has emerged revived
rather than weary. He walks alone, even when others
are at his side. He looks both unique and implacable.
Role
Storms and shadows
Added Tue Jun 14 23:05:58 2005 at level 27:
He watches the cloaked shadows walk ,or float he can hardly tell, through the
pitch black that is the desert at night. The vegetation wilts as they move
past the outskirts of his village. Dark shadows writhe about their forms
shrieking in the darkness. The elders and his people flee to their homes, he
knows better, if these beings wished the felars, their locked doors would not
save their lives. A harsh cold, wind begins to blow, the sands swirl about
his hindpaws and he hears their gentle whisper, a sound he is all to familiar
with...'Moooore..Jehrais.....give...me...mooooore'
There is a connection ,that he must find, between what these dark figures
from the Chasm hold and what the storms whisper seeks from him