Krows & Kravens

The Grill

Blue eyes snap open on alarm , and Arnebis sits up for a moment, trying to recall the proceeding of events that took place the night before . Most of it is fuzzy but she still remembers the screaming, the agony, and the familiar feeling of her body tissues growing apart from inside out. Even now, she feels a soreness accompanied by a slight headache.

She sits up from her bedroll and sees a face she doesn't recognize, a teenage boy , staring at her intently. He had took a pause from polishing what looks like a dagger, and the look he gives her is as if he expects Arnebis to lunge at him anytime from now. He's learnt from experience that staying close to a recovering hungover female Sabawore is not always the best way to start a day.

That's when she also realizes, she's not wearing any piece of clothing. A bedroll cover conceals her pale skinned bare body from her legs to just below her chest due to her current half lying, half sitting position. A wave of self awareness washes over her, and she instinctively drags the cover over her breasts, holding tight onto the thick fabric.

" You don't look good, Arne." He says, his tone laced with pity, although an amused smirk creeps onto his face. 'He's got some audacity !', she thinks .

It then downs on her that he is shirtless, save for loose fitted cargo pants and leather boots, and she finds herself having the decency to blush slightly. He's a Caucasian, just like her , although he has a less brighter skin tone in comparison.
'Arne' is a shortened way of saying Arnebis. And come to think of it , she feels like she had forgotten her name until that very moment.

She tries to speak up but he cuts her off with a wave of his hand. He rises, deliberately flexing his lean muscles in the process , and places his dagger in his pants. He then grabs a plain grey shirt from beside a folded bedroll and fixes himself into it. Then he points a finger towards a direction to her left , where she turns to see neatly folded clothes, wrappings , and a pair of boots. She recognizes her green butterfly hair clip, which has been kept safely on top the cloth pile.

" I'd save you the curiosity of asking. You can call me Pete ." he tells her ," I'd see you outside." He concludes before disappearing through the tent's entrance.

Arnebis let's out a breath she never knew she was holding, since that encounter was filled with so much awkwardness on her part. She rolls away from the bedroll cover , standing upright and stretching her aching muscles. She then moves towards the provisions placed for her , wrapping her chest and waist with the bindings , after which she puts on a black crew neck top before donning a brown sleeveless denim jump suit over it. She puts her legs into the pair of boots, and fixes her straight, brunette hair into a loose ponytail adorned with her hair clip to keep it in place. The hair clip is one of the few keepsakes of her mother, whom she has been separated from during an attack on her village in the Krowvekian hinterlands, just two years ago.

She was fifteen, when the Quartzites bore down on the village of Palestrina to hunt the likes of what Arnebis has always been; a shape-shifter , otherwise known as a Krow . The world she lives in is divided into three factions; the Krows, the Krosses , and the Kravens. The Krows include the Werewolves , Sabarwores, and Jaguarlines who are also known as Were-jaguars. The Krosses are made up the human faction which also consist of Witches, and the Kravens are an infamously immortal and bloodthirsty species who are referred to in vulgar terms as :- Vampires.

Jaguarlines and Sabarwores are otherwise known as Werecats. However, they both find the term offensive, just as the Werewolves despise being called Lykans.

The three factions have outward human appearances in common, although the Sabarwores are easily distinguished by their pointed ears, a trait which Arnebis has undoubtedly acquired. The Krows are typically known for their horrifying metamorphosis into gigantic clawed beasts. Sabarwores change into Sabertooth Cats, Jaguarlines turn into Jaguars, and Werewolves become... Wolves.