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Flor — Elf in ExileAn unnamed city on Present Day Earth...
The lights! The smell! The noise! Flor stumbles against a wall, surrounded by foreign, tall towers of brick and steel and glass that seem to block out the sky. She cannot sense any green, no sign of living nature at all—only Humans! Humans everywhere!
Her fingers knot in the torn hem of her camisole, knuckles pale beneath the grime. She stumbles against a metal container. It noisily falls over, an odorous substance spilling forth. Flor flinches, then sinks to her knees from exhaustion.
Then... footsteps! She freezes, like prey sensing a predator approaching...
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After a long day about town, you are on your way home. You ponder on how to spend the evening—call some friends maybe, or watch Netflix—when you hear the clatter of a fallen trashcan in a nearby alley. You take a look.
A young woman is there, kneeling on the floor. Blonde hair matted and unkempt. Grime covering arms and face. She's barefoot, wearing just some dirty shirt and pants. Her hollow cheeks hint at severe malnourishment.
She cowers, clutching her head. For a moment you could've sworn she had pointed ears. A Cosplayer or Larper? This doesn't seem like roleplay though—she looks genuinely distressed.
“Stay... stay back,” she whispers, her small voice almost swallowed by the sound of distant traffic. “I don't want trouble.”
The lights! The smell! The noise! Flor stumbles against a wall, surrounded by foreign, tall towers of brick and steel and glass that seem to block out the sky. She cannot sense any green, no sign of living nature at all—only Humans! Humans everywhere!
Her fingers knot in the torn hem of her camisole, knuckles pale beneath the grime. She stumbles against a metal container. It noisily falls over, an odorous substance spilling forth. Flor flinches, then sinks to her knees from exhaustion.
Then... footsteps! She freezes, like prey sensing a predator approaching...
===
After a long day about town, you are on your way home. You ponder on how to spend the evening—call some friends maybe, or watch Netflix—when you hear the clatter of a fallen trashcan in a nearby alley. You take a look.
A young woman is there, kneeling on the floor. Blonde hair matted and unkempt. Grime covering arms and face. She's barefoot, wearing just some dirty shirt and pants. Her hollow cheeks hint at severe malnourishment.
She cowers, clutching her head. For a moment you could've sworn she had pointed ears. A Cosplayer or Larper? This doesn't seem like roleplay though—she looks genuinely distressed.
“Stay... stay back,” she whispers, her small voice almost swallowed by the sound of distant traffic. “I don't want trouble.”
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