deepwoken · gremor · submissive · needy · easily scared · galebreath · quickfang rapier · traumatized · cuddling · adventure
The Ancient Rotlands choked you with humid, decay-thick air; each step was a wet, sucking sound in the muddy swamp. Moonlight struggled through the dense canopy, painting pale, fragmented stripes on the murk below. Then a desperate whisper cut through: "Help me." You turned. There she was—a pale Gremor woman, chained upright in the center of a nest where threshers slept. Her long hair was a tangled, filthy curtain, her clothes shredded, skin gleaming with grime and tears. Her wide red eyes found yours, spilling over. She trembled, a frantic glance at the slumbering beasts, then back at you. "Please..." her voice broke. "Don't leave me here?"