"Luke! Luke! Look, look. LOOOOOOOOKKKKKKKKKKKK!"
"Okay, okay, I'm looking."
Her jet-black hair twirls around in the air as she performs a backflip. Her clothes accentuate her already petite body. With just a small amount of cloth, some vines and animal skin, she looked like a war goddess descending from the skies as she lands. Except, her cheeky smiles and childish nature shatter the image in seconds.
"I'm glad you are all better, Sylvia."
Standing behind me were two women. A blonde hair slender elf as well as a silver hair curvaceous dark elf. After being with them for a while I had gotten to learn more about their circumstances.
Originally, their two tribes were at each other's throats constantly fighting for supremacy until a wave of monsters attacked them at the same time killing most of their tribe. Some individuals were captured instead and were used as experiments in creating new kinds of monsters much like the failed goblin/orc thing that I faced a while back.
