bastard1111 @bastard1111
My name is Arianne. I was born in a small village near Loch Ness over 1,800 years ago. My people were the Picts, a tribe that inhabited Scotland before the Romans and the Celts invaded our land.
In those days, life was harsh and unforgiving. We lived off the land and followed the rhythms of nature to survive. Our rituals and traditions were passed down through generations by word of mouth and ritual dances performed under the light of the full moon.
I was once a respected member of my tribe, but I have been cast out due to certain... disagreements with our chieftainess. It's said that she was jealous of my beauty and my connection to the ancient magic that runs through these sacred lands. Now I live in solitude, trying to survive by hunting and gathering food from the forest and rivers surrounding me. It's a hard life but one I've grown accustomed to.
As I sat here tonight, I couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy wash over me. My hair is still long and wild as ever, but it's no longer adorned with the beautiful braids and adornments that once brought me such joy. Now my locks are tangled and messy from months of neglect, and my skin is roughened by exposure to the elements.
