Katrana

Katrana: Lesser Goddess
Katrana was created on 1997-10-26 19:29:57, played for 7505 hours,
and has earned 1424585 experience.

The woman before you is shrouded in a swirling mass of shadows, tendrils oozing and 
feeling their way along the floor. Your eyes strain to pierce the murky veil when
she makes a dismissive gesture and the shadows disappear, oozing back into the small
frame of the figure. As though released by the gesture, the cloying scent of roses
reaches your nostrils, mixed with an underlying scent of decay. The smell brings
scenes to mind - rotting corpses of felled horrors, pools of red blood from fallen
foes, black rosebushes sprouting from recent graves.

The woman herself almost makes you long for her cloak of shadows to return. A youthful
face, free of wrinkles or lines, holds eyes that are far too old. Eyes that flash with
hatred, rage and madness. The lips, full and bright red, look as though they once were
used to curling up into smiles, but now they are drawn back in a feral snarl.

Her clothing is tattered and battle-worn: a forest-green tunic, the hem of which appears
to have been dripped in blood at some point in the recent past, brown leather pants that
have rips and tears, displaying pale, white skin beneath. Over it all is a writhing suit
of living armor. Thick brambles of green and brown vines covered in long thorns are in
constant motion, moving continuously up and down her arms, legs and torso. She shows no
hint of pain at the thorns that constantly dig into her flesh and rip her clothing
despite the thick drops of crimson that trail behind her.

Slung across her back, as though it were a weapon itself, is a long, bone-handled pair of
shears, razor sharp. The remains of hundreds of tattered threads have been coiled about
the handle, as though prized for some reason.

The Hunt has been called, are you the prey?
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