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Lizard, Toothy
Cazadora
Feathercrest, the
A flawed and hypocritical individual who lives in the world of 'Mellume'.
"A weave of often contradictory traits and actions born of a combination of trauma, experience and supposed lessons tuned to her own beliefs. Many find Greitai to be intolerable: too cruel, too swift to anger, too willing to do everything that might make her a villain in others' eyes. Greitai rarely acts to correct these views of her, but those who earn a place in the raptoress' heart find someone far softer than she lets on. She harbors a soft spot for children and those she loves, often going to extreme lengths to protect them -- even should she be forced to put herself on the line. Though sharp words and sharper teeth come easily, perhaps even more so to those she cherishes, beneath them lies a wish to see those under her wing obey one simple command: survive."
- Skull mask, real deer pelts, magpie antlers.
- At size #10, or 1.45m at the withers.
- Moderate in body, long of leg and neck. Occasional limp.
- Neck is flexible and sinuous, enough that she can comfortably lay it on her back while at rest.
- Feathers are expressive and communicative. Patterned with wide, empty eyes along the outer edge of her crest. Molts several times a year.
- When flared, her feathers make her appear larger than she is.
- Jaws are capable of swinging widely - up to a 70 degree angle.
- Scarred.
- Teeth are recurved and serrated. Designed for tearing and stripping flesh, not for crushing.
- Golden eyed. Pupils 'pin' in a manner similar to birds.
- Face is scaled, body is furred. Feathers grow from her crown, neck, elbows and down the back of the thigh.
- Does not possess external ears. Ear canal opening is hidden by feathers.
- Capable of a wide variety of sounds; most prominently growls, hisses, and screeches.
- Technically, not a mammal!
- Brunette hair, falls down past her shoulders. Almost always tied back and seldom worn loose.
- Athletic, weathered. Occasional limp.
- Littered with scars. Most prominent is a scar around her neck, jagged tooth impressions. Occasionally wears a neck scarf or pops up the collar of her jacket to conceal it.
- Manages a toothy grin even with a set of normal human dentition.
- Eyes are amber instead of gold, but the intensity is always the same.
- Practical in style, not very adventurous. Favours a brown leather jacket with most outfits.
- Doesn't wear makeup. Claims she doesn't have the time or interest for it.
- As a general rule, doesn't wear jewellery. Exception is a silver, tooth-shaped charm that's often found hanging from her hair.
Tasting the bitterness between my teeth.
The incalculable malice of the everyday.
Highly sociable but wouldn’t be considered friendly by most. On her good days, an energetic and spirited individual with a mischievous streak – though prone to taking things too far. On the bad, often volatile and contradictory, with a sharp eye for the weaknesses in others.
Supportive. To those she builds a connection with, strongly devoted. At times, may push them toward an outcome she believes will better their standing or their future at the detriment of her relationship with an individual. Believes strongly in building up those she loves, though her methods may leave much to be desired.
Sticks to her convictions, for better or worse, and rarely ever regrets - no matter how things turn out.
Strongly opinionated. Difficult to sway once she’s made up her mind, values the opinions of a select few and generally adverse to attempts to shift her opinions. Doesn’t rely on anyone else to make decisions for her, rarely asks for help or a second opinion.
Born in a world far from the Endless, full of greenery and its own native species. Prone to extreme changes in weather, her life before the forest was full of its own challenges. Entered the forest through no willl of her own and was trapped within its boundaries for a number of years. Though she's travelled to many worlds since, a fondness for forestry has always remained.
Has always sought some semblance of a family structure within the forest, some which cling on and some that have long since shattered. For years, longed for a child of her own. Eventually was granted her wish - named her daughter Vrasa. Struggled with many aspects of her daughter's early life, with how at odds and ill-matched they seemed on nearly every level. At times, she still does.
Throughout the years, has gradually drifted from the forest as her primary residence. The huntress has collected a small handful of worlds that retain her interest and, for now, lives in the dreaming city of Mellume in a home she once shared with Vrasa. Counted among the Hunters of this world, works to support the small home she maintains alone.
- Suffers chronic pain from old injuries.
- Extroverted and social, thrives with a steady social circle. Not without her need for solitude, however, and defends it when needed.
- Occasional memory issues and a habit of denial mean she may often have skewed versions of events. May then prove these to herself.
- Finds strength in discomfort, and often seeks it out for this purpose.
- Expressive and volatile, quick to anger.
- Took up woodcarving as a hobby a few years ago. Makes little trinkets for the most part, though mostly for herself.
- Tea drinker. Enjoys trying different kinds and blends.
- Generally reserved for those she's close with, enjoys playing pranks. Usually harmless, though crosses the line at times.
- Highly maternal. Has taken many children under her wing over the years, regardless of the heartache she often finds in it. By no means a soft or gentle mother, but dedicated and tries her best.
An experienced combatant, Greitai uses finesse and precision instead of raw strength. Seldom fights with the intent to deliver lethal damage, though capable of doing so both physically and mentally. Most often, matches the intensity of her opponent or attempts to entice them to the limit of their aggression.
Intent matters.
Her primary weapons are her teeth and hooves. Equipped with a mouth full of serrated, recurved teeth designed for shearing flesh from bone. Proficient with their use. Uses her forehooves to box or kick, blunt edges that deliver a punch carried by her momentum in battle. Her rear legs are less precise in their strikes, lashing out in kicks that may be delivered as either threat or attack. Most often aims either for the bulk of her opponent’s body or to clip their neck or head with the hardened edge of her hooves.
Her strengths are her speed and agility, often able to get around the defences of her opponents – though may still be outpaced or outmanoeuvred by some individuals. Though she has enough endurance able to keep up with longer scuffles on the merit of her physical fitness, plagued by chronic injuries that may slow her down if she isn’t careful or pushes herself too hard. Possessed of a drive and grit that pushes her onward, at times more flaw than virtue.
By no means fragile but doesn’t have many defences beyond her agility and ability to read incoming hits. If she isn’t careful – or lucky enough – a few well-placed hits can bring a skirmish to a quick end. In contrast, well weathered by pain and known to push herself beyond her limits, often to her own detriment – all depending on the stakes. Most vulnerable are her legs, underside, and neck as serious damage to these areas will swiftly stop most encounters, though there are certain consequences to aiming for such areas as well.
Without any magical attributes. Impacted by its use on her, unable to counter it herself.
The Nest* – Her home within the Endless. Composed of a collection of feathers, grasses, sticks, and other vegetation, the raptoress’ nest lays in a valley, in a scrape beside the thick trunk of a tree. Beneath the roots of the tree is a dug-out den, a space that occasionally contains a few scattered possessions.
Overlook – A place that used to be a frequent haunt of hers, now visited out of habit and in memoriam.
MellumeHearth and Home – Shares a small home with her daughter in the Dreaming City. A simple domicile with modest furnishings located within one of the many sprawling suburbs of Mellume. The abode is decorated with combination of mother and daughter’s interests and tastes, at times in contrast with one another.
The Forest – Dangerous in ways both familiar and unfamiliar. Works, alongside other hunters, in procuring resources from trapping, hunting, and gathering items for trade. Despite its dangers, pulled toward the verdant forest and its shifting shadows.
OtherHas access to a handful of other worlds entrusted to her by important individuals.
I will gut you if I need to.
I will carve my way out
with only my teeth.
A few months prior, came to a decision over a revelation she'd had regarding Vrasa's place in her life. Through a few particularly frightening, though not deadly altercations, severed all communication with her daughter. Filled with grief over the matter, though convinced it was the right course of action. Has made one attempt at reaching out since - against her better judgement - leaving a parting gift for Vrasa at her place of work.
Spiralled for a time after, especially with the catalyst of finding Maija and a pregnant Aleta resting at her nest a week later. Targeted Cero afterward, ignoring all presences but that of Vrasa when she intervened. Ended up seeking out Iva for a few rounds, shredded by the feline's claws. Spent time recovering at UY's home after. A large chunk of time spent between their two domiciles, quiet parts of her given rest through the time together.
Has recently come across a few faces, new and old. Aileen and Katla, both introduced through their proximity to UY. Fluxuates on both fronts, remaining tense and testing. Also had a visit by a face from her past - uncertain what it means, if anything. Conflicted, but a small part of her remains glad to have seen evidence of the young woman thriving. Also ran into the Stone Balancer again while trying to stir a herd of deer into flight. Frustrated by his intervention, and thoroughly reminded why she hates him. For all that, respects for an understanding she feels many lack.
Approached UY one night, after a period of time had elapsed since an altercation. Concerns that had been growing festered into a confrontation in which the huntress sought to push Maija - surprised by the outcome, far more than she'd intended. Had no regret for it, and ported them to Cai-Ais in an effort to take some form of responsibility for it. Surprised by Maija's reaction, pivoted to her original issue swiftly. Couldn't directly voice what she'd intended and instead mostly spoke around it - though brought the severity of her issues into every aspect of the discussion. Through the woman's answers, found some of her fears confirmed. Reassured in some ways, shattered in others, though found her trust in Maija under specific cirmcumstances reaffirmed with the stance she presented. Unsure how to move forward in a few aspects, though resolved in others.
Tonight, came across the carnage of the day prior. On edge between the gore, death, and injury she found in the woods. Took out some of her tension on Aileen, who kindly had invited the raptor to join herself and UY. Remained watchful in the hours following.
A few days ago, spent some time with Vrasa in forest. Excited when, during a visit to UY, Neira joined them. Listened on and off as the pair chatted. After UY awoke, shared words with her, then settled with her and Neira as the draxomera approached. Expected Vrasa to join, she did not. Swiftly followed her daughter in an effort to rectify the situation, inviting her back to the group. Things quickly turned sour when Greitai perceived Vrasa to be lying, and when she had nothing convincing to reply with to an accusation the raptoress threw her way. In a foul mood afterward, grappling with a revelation brought on by the conversation. Determined, in her own way.
Over the next few days, kept her mood light for the most part - aside from an incident with Neira picking the wrong target to poke at and the raptroess getting offended because only SHE was allowed to make Olga uncomfortable and wary... Otherwise, in relatively fine spirits and keeping busy.
Joined Decay when she came across him, and immediately felt an overwhelming tension building in her chest. Initially, when he moved off, struck out to stop him. Convinced by a certain quality to him to release him and follow instead, curious and fixated - so much so she larely missed UY's presence. Approached by him during her stalking and tore through the forest, growing more intense and frustrated with the thought of him leaving. Lunged for and planted her teeth around his shoulder, eventually ending up collapsing over his body after his antics twisted her neck horribly. Noticed UY as the doe approached, and between attempting to guard the pup from a perceived 'threat' encroaching on their space. Began to relax, content that Decay was safe where he was, and having released her grip, turned her attention toward UY a little more. In an instant, Decay had darted free. Lunged for him, fruitlessly, wrenching her neck further in the effort and effectively incapacitating herself momentarily. Had a moment where she considered something, before ultimately rising and parting from UY's company without a word.
Wandered the forest afterward, stuck in a fog of memory. Joined by UY, though realised belatedly. Explosive when the doe neared, distracted otherwise. Eventually took herself from the forest, falling into vices that had rarely tempted her so, with a bitter thought for the reasons she'd kept from them in the past. Eventually returned home late in the night.
Dragged herself to the forest shortly after waking, sleeping off the night prior.
Tumultuous of late, concerning a few life changes and Maija's return. Struggling to adjust in a few ways, including an outburst at the local herbalist's that she attempted to play off as nothing... A few weeks later, made a better choice, at least! Met 'The Clot' recently and discovered she strongly dislikes them! Thought of them as a snide, mocking little thing and entirely missed the poor creature's attempts at impressing her. Upon the night of the Maija's return, the pair were attacked by two assailants. Aided by Dorian, and while grateful, had little in her to show much of anything beyond her ire. Had a conversation with UY thereafter, leaving the forest.
The night prior, drew UY aside after seeing her with Minh to have a private conversation. Expressed herself further in destroying the item revealed to her after. Mimicked the expression, later, as stresses mounted. Spent the night by UY's side.
NEXT day, awoken by Rose's looming presence while napping with UY. Things escalated between the huntress and Rose. Pushed back at the creature's presence, trying to both lure her away and invite her into a brawl. UY awoke, keeping tabs on the fight. Off the back of a few recent stressors, took a small light as far more than it was - launched at and latched onto Rose. Crushed under their weight and sustained a cracked rib during the scuffle as Rose got more desperate for her to let go. Disengaged through UY's intervention, turning on her instead. Thrashed a bit with her teeth sunk into to UY, then got up to watch Rose go. Somehow, considered herself victorious - even with the coughing fit that wracked her after. Moved off into the snow to be alone, eventually joined by UY after she'd drifted off. Woke, cold and struggling, and parted from the doe's company.