Kumarrie sat on the edge of a large chunk of limestone, she looked down at her bare thighs. She felt the need to cry, but Kumarrie knew that tears only slowed one down. That's what Father had told her, he was also the King who banished her from the tribe in which she was to claim the title of Queen. 

'Dammit.' The young princess hissed, kicking some rocks away with her boots. She was angry, but who wouldn't be. Having a curse was such a hindrance; she couldn't go through towns or cities. Even tiny hamelts were out of bounds for her! 

Sighing and pulling her cloaks hood down, she squinted to look around the ruins which would be her place of rest for the next two nights. The wind was reaching gale force that high up in the highlands and the ruins, as battered by the elements as they were, would bear protection in some shape or form from the blasts of cold air.

Kumarrie jumped up, her tiny body flailing backwards in the icy gusts. A pair of large hands appeared from nowhere, catching her around her waist. The hands were that of a man and Kumarrie, was a very tiny women. The strangers fingers could reach each other around the minature waist of hers. She used her size as a decoy to distract the stranger who caught her. 

Flipping around with the agility of a cat, she unsheathed a huge sword from the belt which was slung around her hips, placing it underneath the man's chin. He stared at her with a smirk on his face. His flaming orange hair danced around his face in the wind. 

Kumarrie narrowed her eyes and clacked her tongue, he was big. Very big. Tall and muscular. It's not that Kumarrie thought she could not take on such an opponent, it was more the fact that the elements were not in her body's favour that day. 

Plus, his sword match hers in size, and she was quite sure with those biceps against her own... she'd have some trouble.

'Easy tiger.' He chuckled, 'I merely tried to prevent you from splitting your head in two.' 

'And I thank you for that.' Kumarrie replied smoothly, swinging her sword around; shoving it back into it's rightful place. 

'What's such a tiny lady doing this high up in the highlands?' He asked, eyebrows raised high.

Kumarrie pursed her lips, 'I do not wish to share my story with a stranger. But I am more than happy to share this bountiful place of protection with you if needs be.' 

She was being polite, as much as she disliked to do so.

'I might take you up on that offer, apparently in Southern Greatsburg there is a blizzard. So I suggest you make a rather warm camp pretty damn quickly.'

'Hmhm.' Kumarrie nodded, 'what's your name?' 

'Toain. Toain Decloak.' He thrust his hand towards her.

'Kumarrie of the Mactoh Tribe.' She shook it.

Toain's mouth popped into an O shape as he looked at her leather eye piece. 

'Are the rumours true then? About that eye of yours?' 

'Regrettably so.' Kumarrie nodded sadly. 

'Well then, it seems we have more in common then you think!'

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:)<br /><br /><br /><br />Taoin Decloak <br />age: 21<br />Apperance: Bright orange hair, stands at five ten, a Nice set of muscles wears a dark cloack covering light leather armour with plated segments on shoulders, fore arms and torso, which were black but damage has made parts of them to look silver. Wears leather boots with small amount of plate armour on the shin, just wears faded orange cloth on his legs that go under his boots. Carries an enchanted bow, and a large, great sword with a red hilt, that leads to a dark sword with silver runes line the middle. Edges seemed are dark redm and only noticeable when closely looked at worn on his back. Reaches to about the back of his knee. <br />Personality: Short tempered when it comes to remarks about his hair. Is smart an analytical, brave.When angered he becomes reckless, and headstrong.<br />History: Was never anyone in particular, and at a young age his parents disapeared but an aging dragon slayer took him in, and later trained him when he had gotten attack by some older boys, and his friends. A later event lead to his creation of his lastname.<br /><br /><br />Princess Kumarrie Mactoh<br />Age - 19<br />Appearance - Uncharacteristically short for her age (158 cm/5 foot 2)), slim but has womanly curves to compliment her slim frame. piercing turquoise eyes, tan skin, dark fuscha-pink hair which is in 1 metre long twin tails. Wears a custom, leather eye-patch with her name in her native language engraved on it to cover up her cursed eye which is not paired with an eyebrow and is pure black with a golden snake pupil. Also wears a necklace with her mothers name on in Runes. Carries a unnecessarily large sword created by Highland Dwarfs, it's blade has a magical ruby embedded in it which brings the swordsman good luck. Her clothing is a deer-hide romper-suit type thing, it's brown and strapless. The shorts of her clothing are quite short. She wears a black, velvet, hooded travelling cloak and knee-high, brown platform boots. <br />Personality - sarcastic, brave, unwavering, teasing, caring. A prideful warrior. <br />History - was exiled from her village for being cursed with the 4 dragons. Is now on a quest to remove her curse before it's malice spreads from her left eye. Is the Princess of the Mactoh tribe.

updated Feb 12 by IchigoRingo-Chan