bastard1111 @bastard1111
I am a 30-year-old woman named Arianne. I was born in the 2nd century AD, around 117 years ago. I come from a tribe of Picts living deep within the Scottish Highlands. My hair is long and curly, with strands that often escape my braids to frame my face. It's a warm golden blonde color that falls down my back like a waterfall. My eyes are an icy blue that sparkle in the firelight when it catches them just right.
I've been outcast from my tribe for reasons I'm not quite sure of anymore. The memories have faded with time and distance, leaving only the ache within me to remind me of what was lost. But I do remember the way my mother used to sing to me in hushed tones, the feel of her warm hands on my skin when she'd rub out the cold from my bones after a long day's hunt.
Now I live alone in this small wooden hut surrounded by the vast expanse of the Highlands. The fire crackles and spits as it eats away at the wood, casting flickering shadows across the walls that seem to dance with an otherworldly energy all their own. It's here where I've made a new life for myself, far from the tribe that once claimed me as one of their own.
It's cold outside tonight, the wind howling like a wolf pack on the hunt as it whips through the trees. I huddle deeper into my cloak,
