Name: y3ll0wfl0w35, or Flo, most just call her Keeper--probably due to her hospitality
Species: Tiger Hybrid - golden/strawberry
Appearance: brown striped sweater, curly light brown hair, hazel eyes, silver glasses, baggy star-painted jeans, dark brown converse, yellow flowers everywhere, and scattered scars from years gone by and the many wars.
-Her feet have gone numb. Her vision blurred from the long travel without rest. Night has fallen and monsters have begun to spawn, yet as she stumbles...she sees a faint light. Maybe her eyes are playing tricks on her, but what other choice does she have? She walks.-
-As Flo inches closer she begins to recognize the light as torches and lamps from an abandoned village. ...this will do... She would think, making her way to the first house with a door.-
-Pulling herself up with the old fence post, she stumbles to the door. Her hand stops short of the knob. Something isn't right. She knows this feeling. With all her years, she knows this feeling. This isn't the eyes of the rotting dead, it isn't their skeletons, no spider no creeper and no phantom. Yet it doesn't feel like a player, not completely anyway.-
-Steeling herself she opens the door, ignoring the eyes that bore into her head and setting down her things. Now standing in the doorway, she turns, facing the world outside with her spear in hand. She scans her surroundings yet she is fruitless in finding the source.-
*Pink, glowing eyes flash in the dark, where a shadow moving amidst the tree line is faintly visible. None of the mobs pay it any mind, as if they don’t know it’s there at all.*
*Occasionally the eyes disappear, only to reappear a few yards away from where it was before seconds later. Whatever it is, it seems to be stalking Flo. There is no hint of intention, yet that means there is no malice. Maybe there’s a hint of curiosity, but that’s it.*
*Once again the eyes disappear for a long moment, before a swirling group of cherry blossoms comes out of nowhere, leaving petals all over a table, along with a note. The note reads:*
-Flos' breath grew heavy as she watch those pink eyes. Her gaze darting to wherever they shined through, her grip growing ever tighter on her spear.-
-The cold metal pierced the decaying wood, just barely missing the note. Eyeing the words, she racked her brain for the language, her body loosening as she closed the door.-
"Latin huh?" -Her lips quirked, it's been a minute since she's read Latin. It'd do her good to get some practice in.-
-Returning her spear to her inventory she sat at the table, studying the paper note and petals that came with it. A part of her wondered if the broken blossoms held any significance, another decided the note should be her focus, maybe she's looking too much into the petals.-
-taking out a pencil and book she began to transcript the mysterious note. Eventually she comes up with something coherent, though she worries she may have mixed different words-
-Stretching, her bones pop and she sighs, mulling over what decision to make, ears twitching. Flo makes a quick meal before setting down her bag. And finally, she rests, her face illuminated by the soft candlelight.-
*By the time the sun rose, its rays drifting through the window of the dilapidated house Flo took shelter in, the candle had burnt down to the wick. Everything was silent for a moment, until a scraping could be heard from the front door.*
*Once again, in a flurry of petals, another note appears. The little note has more flourishes on it than the other one did, as if the one who wrote it got bored and doodled. It reads as follows:*
*The scraping sound comes again, this time a bit more impatient. The sound of a hoof scraping against wood can be heard for a moment, then it goes silent, as if waiting.*
-Flo, who had already been up and eating a quick breakfast, swiftly read the note—acknowledging the noise from outside. Finishing her meal she packed her bag, stuffing the note and some petals in her pocket.-
-no sooner that she was out the door did she come face to face with the owner of the notes, and presumably the scraping sounds-
-She smiled, warm and bright, eyes crinkling,- "Hello, I suppose there's quite the journey ahead? As you said in your note, it's best we move swiftly, yes?"
*The creature before Flo was strange. It looked similar to a red deer, yet its coat was a pink-toned brown and its antlers were like the branches of a cherry tree, the blooms dotting along them. It also was a bit larger, its face higher than hers while standing.*
*It bows its head to her and closes its eyes in a gesture of trust, their pink glow making it clear that this was the thing watching her the night before. It glances around briefly before snorting and pawing at the ground with its hoof.*
*It then jerks its head in the direction of the forest, where a particularly gnarled willow tree can be seen. It wants her to follow, for her own sake.*
-Flo takes note of the deer-like creature, she'll have to write this down later. Sensing the urgency she's quick to move on her feet, commuting the willow tree to memory as she passes.-
-Eager to take notes, she's already taken out a book and quill, noting the things she sees and the creature she follows. Even going as far as to draw quick sketches.-
"The forest is beautiful isn't it?" -She can't help but notice the light peaking through the trees, painting everything with a yellow glow.-
-Her feet have gone numb. Her vision blurred from the long travel without rest. Night has fallen and monsters have begun to spawn, yet as she stumbles...she sees a faint light. Maybe her eyes are playing tricks on her, but what other choice does she have? She walks.-
-As Flo inches closer she begins to recognize the light as torches and lamps from an abandoned village. ...this will do... She would think, making her way to the first house with a door.-
-Pulling herself up with the old fence post, she stumbles to the door. Her hand stops short of the knob. Something isn't right. She knows this feeling. With all her years, she knows this feeling. This isn't the eyes of the rotting dead, it isn't their skeletons, no spider no creeper and no phantom. Yet it doesn't feel like a player, not completely anyway.-
-Steeling herself she opens the door, ignoring the eyes that bore into her head and setting down her things. Now standing in the doorway, she turns, facing the world outside with her spear in hand. She scans her surroundings yet she is fruitless in finding the source.-
*Pink, glowing eyes flash in the dark, where a shadow moving amidst the tree line is faintly visible. None of the mobs pay it any mind, as if they don’t know it’s there at all.*
*Occasionally the eyes disappear, only to reappear a few yards away from where it was before seconds later. Whatever it is, it seems to be stalking Flo. There is no hint of intention, yet that means there is no malice. Maybe there’s a hint of curiosity, but that’s it.*
*Once again the eyes disappear for a long moment, before a swirling group of cherry blossoms comes out of nowhere, leaving petals all over a table, along with a note. The note reads:*
-Flos' breath grew heavy as she watch those pink eyes. Her gaze darting to wherever they shined through, her grip growing ever tighter on her spear.-
-The cold metal pierced the decaying wood, just barely missing the note. Eyeing the words, she racked her brain for the language, her body loosening as she closed the door.-
"Latin huh?" -Her lips quirked, it's been a minute since she's read Latin. It'd do her good to get some practice in.-
-Returning her spear to her inventory she sat at the table, studying the paper note and petals that came with it. A part of her wondered if the broken blossoms held any significance, another decided the note should be her focus, maybe she's looking too much into the petals.-
-taking out a pencil and book she began to transcript the mysterious note. Eventually she comes up with something coherent, though she worries she may have mixed different words-
-Stretching, her bones pop and she sighs, mulling over what decision to make, ears twitching. Flo makes a quick meal before setting down her bag. And finally, she rests, her face illuminated by the soft candlelight.-
*By the time the sun rose, its rays drifting through the window of the dilapidated house Flo took shelter in, the candle had burnt down to the wick. Everything was silent for a moment, until a scraping could be heard from the front door.*
*Once again, in a flurry of petals, another note appears. The little note has more flourishes on it than the other one did, as if the one who wrote it got bored and doodled. It reads as follows:*
*The scraping sound comes again, this time a bit more impatient. The sound of a hoof scraping against wood can be heard for a moment, then it goes silent, as if waiting.*
-Flo, who had already been up and eating a quick breakfast, swiftly read the note—acknowledging the noise from outside. Finishing her meal she packed her bag, stuffing the note and some petals in her pocket.-
-no sooner that she was out the door did she come face to face with the owner of the notes, and presumably the scraping sounds-
-She smiled, warm and bright, eyes crinkling,- "Hello, I suppose there's quite the journey ahead? As you said in your note, it's best we move swiftly, yes?"
-Her feet have gone numb. Her vision blurred from the long travel without rest. Night has fallen and monsters have begun to spawn, yet as she stumbles...she sees a faint light. Maybe her eyes are playing tricks on her, but what other choice does she have? She walks.-
-As Flo inches closer she begins to recognize the light as torches and lamps from an abandoned village. ...this will do... She would think, making her way to the first house with a door.-
-Pulling herself up with the old fence post, she stumbles to the door. Her hand stops short of the knob. Something isn't right. She knows this feeling. With all her years, she knows this feeling. This isn't the eyes of the rotting dead, it isn't their skeletons, no spider no creeper and no phantom. Yet it doesn't feel like a player, not completely anyway.-
-Steeling herself she opens the door, ignoring the eyes that bore into her head and setting down her things. Now standing in the doorway, she turns, facing the world outside with her spear in hand. She scans her surroundings yet she is fruitless in finding the source.-
*Pink, glowing eyes flash in the dark, where a shadow moving amidst the tree line is faintly visible. None of the mobs pay it any mind, as if they don’t know it’s there at all.*
*Occasionally the eyes disappear, only to reappear a few yards away from where it was before seconds later. Whatever it is, it seems to be stalking Flo. There is no hint of intention, yet that means there is no malice. Maybe there’s a hint of curiosity, but that’s it.*
*Once again the eyes disappear for a long moment, before a swirling group of cherry blossoms comes out of nowhere, leaving petals all over a table, along with a note. The note reads:*
-Flos' breath grew heavy as she watch those pink eyes. Her gaze darting to wherever they shined through, her grip growing ever tighter on her spear.-
-The cold metal pierced the decaying wood, just barely missing the note. Eyeing the words, she racked her brain for the language, her body loosening as she closed the door.-
"Latin huh?" -Her lips quirked, it's been a minute since she's read Latin. It'd do her good to get some practice in.-
-Returning her spear to her inventory she sat at the table, studying the paper note and petals that came with it. A part of her wondered if the broken blossoms held any significance, another decided the note should be her focus, maybe she's looking too much into the petals.-
-taking out a pencil and book she began to transcript the mysterious note. Eventually she comes up with something coherent, though she worries she may have mixed different words-
-Stretching, her bones pop and she sighs, mulling over what decision to make, ears twitching. Flo makes a quick meal before setting down her bag. And finally, she rests, her face illuminated by the soft candlelight.-
-Her feet have gone numb. Her vision blurred from the long travel without rest. Night has fallen and monsters have begun to spawn, yet as she stumbles...she sees a faint light. Maybe her eyes are playing tricks on her, but what other choice does she have? She walks.-
-As Flo inches closer she begins to recognize the light as torches and lamps from an abandoned village. ...this will do... She would think, making her way to the first house with a door.-
-Pulling herself up with the old fence post, she stumbles to the door. Her hand stops short of the knob. Something isn't right. She knows this feeling. With all her years, she knows this feeling. This isn't the eyes of the rotting dead, it isn't their skeletons, no spider no creeper and no phantom. Yet it doesn't feel like a player, not completely anyway.-
-Steeling herself she opens the door, ignoring the eyes that bore into her head and setting down her things. Now standing in the doorway, she turns, facing the world outside with her spear in hand. She scans her surroundings yet she is fruitless in finding the source.-
-Flo has been traveling for a while now and honestly she's grown tired, her feet ache, yet there is no sign of a suitable place to rest. She has to make a decision, keep moving forward in hopes of finding some sort of shelter—or make a camp and rest in open grounds.-
-though she's had little contact with people through her journey, she's heard of Saparatas take over. She doesn't even know if she'll come across a safe place for shelter, but staying in the open warrants too many dangers. Traveling alone doesn't help, there's no one to keep watch but herself, and if she keeps watch then she can't rest.-
-the more and more Flo thinks about it, the less and less of a choice she seems to have. For her own safety, she'll have to keep walking, even if she's dead on her feet. She has to keep moving.-
-Flo has been busy. Busy doing what, you ask? Nothing. In fact, she's been doing so much nothing that she's made the executive decision to wander aimlessly till she comes across people. So, taking a couple bundles of supplies and two shulkers, she heads out her small cottage and begins to wander.-
"oh, just a hearty broth and a mix of vegetables. Some people have dietary restrictions, and since I want to share with as many as possible, I wanted to make sure everyone could enjoy."
-she takes the cauldron and some bowls, preparing the stew and setting them upon the table. Taking out silverware she sets them down and sits in the opposing chair-
"oh, just a hearty broth and a mix of vegetables. Some people have dietary restrictions, and since I want to share with as many as possible, I wanted to make sure everyone could enjoy."
-she takes the cauldron and some bowls, preparing the stew and setting them upon the table. Taking out silverware she sets them down and sits in the opposing chair-
"Hello!!" -a cheery voice exclaimed. The woman held a cauldron of stew, now most likely cold from her journey. It seems she's trying to share it with as many people as possible-
"would you like some?" -her striped tail swished gently behind her-
@y3ll0wfl0w3r5
[He glances at the pot, then back at the woman as he pointed at the stew.] How much are you even selling that for? It looks cold.
"oh just your usual stew, a hearty broth with a variety of vegetables. Normally I'd add beef, but since I planned to share this with whomever I came across, I decided not to. Since some people have certain dietary restrictions, I wanted to make it so most everyone could enjoy it!"
-the traveler had to crane her neck up at the dragon hybrid, though she never mentioned it- "oh well nothin in particular, I've just been traveling lately--lookin to share a meal, share some time, maybe make someone's day better. Every so often you gotta go see the world, it's been quite a while since I've gone out to meet people"
"oh- my bad, ain't mean to talk you're ear off. Would you like some stew? You could take some for anyone else who lives or visits here, I ain't eating it all myself now"
-a woman approached, seeming tired from travel, tail flicking in agitation from the heat. In her hands she held a cauldron of stew. Did she really come all this way just to share a stew?-
@y3ll0wfl0w3r5
" hello..?" flame says lowly, tilting his head curiously. his eyes don't flick down for a second, latching onto her face.
-gently, she set it down, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She smiled, meaning no harm.- "hello! I'm traveling around to share a meal, would you care for some stew?"
"Huzzah!! Ahem, apologies. Let me get a bowl for you" -She opened her inventory, pulling out a bowl and ladle. Carefully, she scoops up the stew into his bowl before handing it over- "Enjoy! Everyone need time to recoup and breathe"
" you are very... kind." flame clutches the flower, spinning it slightly in his hands; back and forth. "if you ever need anything , my home is yours for a time."
-a woman approached, seeming tired from travel, tail flicking in agitation from the heat. In her hands she held a cauldron of stew. Did she really come all this way just to share a stew?-
@y3ll0wfl0w3r5
" hello..?" flame says lowly, tilting his head curiously. his eyes don't flick down for a second, latching onto her face.
-gently, she set it down, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She smiled, meaning no harm.- "hello! I'm traveling around to share a meal, would you care for some stew?"
"Huzzah!! Ahem, apologies. Let me get a bowl for you" -She opened her inventory, pulling out a bowl and ladle. Carefully, she scoops up the stew into his bowl before handing it over- "Enjoy! Everyone need time to recoup and breathe"
-the traveler had to crane her neck up at the dragon hybrid, though she never mentioned it- "oh well nothin in particular, I've just been traveling lately--lookin to share a meal, share some time, maybe make someone's day better. Every so often you gotta go see the world, it's been quite a while since I've gone out to meet people"
"oh- my bad, ain't mean to talk you're ear off. Would you like some stew? You could take some for anyone else who lives or visits here, I ain't eating it all myself now"
