Kei-Lin Warrior Elf

      The forests of Murklewarren seem eerily quiet this morning and a thick, cool mist hangs in the air.  Only able to see the ghostly silhouettes of gnarled trees through the haze, you feel as though you are walking through an abyssal cloud.  And you're being stalked.  Someone is moving stealthily nearby, but they cannot hide from your keen elven ears.  You brush auburn bangs away from your rich hazel eyes and peer into the fog.  A grin spreads across your face, for you may yet have some fun this morning. 

      You are Kei-Lin, an elven warrior vixen.  An adventurous youth, you never quite fit in with the other elven maidens in your home village of Aikenhurst.  The popular trends and fashions never seemed to interest you, for within your breast beats the heart of a warrior.  

      Lascivious crimson eyes probe your form from their concealed vantage.  Your body is an athletic fusion of strength and agility.  Elves age more slowly than humans, but biologically you are about 18.  Your lissom muscles are powerful, but not bulky.  Your spring traveling outfit consists of a sleeveless leather vest and a short tank dress that shows off your sinuous legs.  Your heart-shaped face is framed by a practical but attractive bob hairstyle.  The eyes cast their gaze upon your chest.  That they might remain in place during battle, your ample breasts are confined beneath a supporting garment of arachnean silk.  

      You slip your backpack to the ground and then place your hand on the hilt of your heavy-blade, ready to draw.  No man of your village could best you in swordsmanship.  Your chosen weapon, the broadsword or heavy-blade, is considered somewhat barbaric to your people, inappropriate for the hands of either an elf or a woman.  Nonetheless, you think it suits you perfectly.  

     "Show thy self."  You boldly demand in your fiery but feminine voice.  And the watcher does exactly that.