ardent

Steel and claw

RAID



Gwynevere

The Hallows
Chief Physician

Master Healer (266)

Master Intellectual (260)

An icon representing the specialty Field Medic Field Medic

age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
335
size
Large
build
Balanced
posts
236
player
Shelby

Samhain 2022The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1Double MasterPride - Demisexual
07-25-2024, 10:34 PM (This post was last modified: 07-28-2024, 12:47 PM by Gwynevere. Edited 1 time in total.)

When all of the fights began to kick off, she wasn't surprised that Artorias was the first one engaged. He was the leader of the group, after all, and it looked like Elysium's King wasted no time taking him on. She hung back as far as she dared so that she was close enough to jump in when she felt like she was needed, but far enough away that the others would be the front line. She truly hoped she wouldn't have to fight at all, but by virtue of being here she knew it was unavoidable. Unfortunately, her skills were called upon far sooner than she would have hoped when she saw her brother fall under the Elysium alpha. She was surprised, but she knew that anyone could falter in a fight–even her highly skilled brother. She hurried forward, hovering near by and waiting until the Elysian man was pulled away by Thorn. Then she went to Art's side, quickly pulling out a vial of medicine that included something for pain and to give him a boost of energy, helping him to his paws before holding it to his lips to drink while checking him for any wounds that might need bandaging. Once she was sure Artorias was back on his feet and ready to take on another fight she turned to try and dart back to her place at the back of the pack.

She spun around without fully looking where she was going and only took a couple of steps before she nearly ran into another wolf–a woman coated in cloudy gray fur. Gwyn gasped and quickly backed up a couple steps while starting to reach for the dagger sheathed on her leg before she reminded herself this was a friendly raid and she shouldn't use a blade. She stopped short of reaching for her weapon and instead was frozen with indecision. She really didn't want to fight! Just being on this battlefield in the middle of fights going on around her was bad enough! She stared down the other woman with what she hoped was an intimidating glare, hoping maybe they could just avoid the conflict if she looked tough enough. It was a long shot, but it was worth a shot!

ooc: picking up Artorias with the Field Medic specialty
ooc part 2: edited with permission of Sea to add a round two since they need to actually fight instead of just glare mincingly

Gwynevere vs Aliana for Dominance (aka staring contest)
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Hidden dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Protective cloak
Companion 1: Raven, Male - Flying
Companion 2: Blue-eyed black lemur, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Healer & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Field Medic, Bard from Briar

"Gwynevere Carpathius"