Family:
          Mother: Zala (Deceased)
          Father: Barden  (Deceased)
          Brother: None
          Sister: Reina
          Lifemate: Once was but he left.
          Recognized: Has not yet done so 
          Kits: Non so far

    Description/Image:

Long hair hanging around her waist in a cloak of rich honey brown. Two braids frame her face tied with feathers and beads, bangs feathering over her forehead. Her skin is an even golden brown, the color rich and complemented by the fire in her honey brown hair. Her eyes are a dark shade of green, wide and framed by soft brown lashes, in the deep of the green flit specks of pale sunlit green and a misty blue-grey. Her slim 3'7" form is clothed in a lowslung wrapskirt of dark hunter green with yellow and brown designs along the hem that hangs just at midthigh. The waist is a narrow band from which the skirt flares out a little the color a dark rich brown with yellow designs. Her flat stomach is bare from the waistband up to the lower band on her top just below her breasts. The top itself is an almost triangular piece of leather that wraps around her ribs and ties behind her, rising up to cover her breasts caught around her neck by a 'choker' of brown leather that matches the waist on her skirt. Short ankle boots adorn her feet the same rich dark blue as her top, a small dagger strapped to her right calf.

    Background:

Born to Zala in the jungles more than 80 turns ago she was named 'Damine' meaning born under the stars. Which she was having been born in the center of a burned out area of the jungles. She wandered with her mother until she was almost 60 and then one day her mother just wandered away. She had learned well how to hunt and track, gathering her own fruits and making her own leathers. However a hand of turns ago her panther died and she returned to the camp of her tribe. It was easy to find having been shown where it was and how to follow along the river to return to it if she ever wanted when she was a kit. Uncertain she is ready to live in the center of the camp with her sister Reina (who is more than 300 turns older) she has taken a clearing to herself and sometimes slips into the camp to watch the others or visit with her family.

During the most recent festival she met a young stranger, himself born outside the camp. They have drawn closer to each other slowly and he has recently professed his love for her. She is a bit uncertain but very flattered and also confused by the feelings he sparks in her. Each day as she explored those feelings she drew closer to this young elf known only as Nightstalker.

After a season they were lovemates and after a turn they became lifemates. He moved with her to the tree she had been living in along the chasm. Loving him with all her heart and having recently bonded with a young female panther she is content and happy. There is only one thing she could ask the High Ones for and that would be a kit to share with her love. Though even if it never comes she will love no other, he has her heart for as long as he will have it.

Their lifemating did not last however, as he slipped once more into the jungles and away from the camp without ever telling her. For many turns she resumed her lonely life on the edge of camp gathering herbs and spices for her niece, and making gifts to be sent to the other niece. Many of those spices now find their way to Bria and into her fruit wines, which many in the camp have grown fond of. Talia herself grew fond of Ryllas, the young brother of the missing chieftess, what was she to do. Could she risk her heart again? But as time would tell it was not a choice she would make herself, but one her heart would make for her.

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