The Dawnguard Hunter

The Elvish Nord

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"I'd say so, ran into her while hunting the bastard. Shes a nord who was raised by wood elves. Her name is Kirena." - Aela the Huntress

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Kirena was a 30 year old nord woman with brown hair in a braided ponytail that could always be mistaken as muddy but somehow there would always be a few leaves tangled in. Her eyes were as green as freshly grown leaves in spring that would draw attention from the green and brown streaks of warpaint on her face.

Her armor was an altered version of what the blacksmith made her last time she went to Anvil. It was a mix of fur and leather. She had ripped off the belly to where the armor covered a little below her breasts for more maneuverability . She had the piece wrapped around her waist during the spring and would tie it around her neck in a small cape fashion for the winter. Her leather leggings were ripped and torn from constantly being whipped by branches and shrubs every time she would run. Her boots were thin but durable allowing her to feel every bit of the ground as she walked or ran.

Like a huntress she would mainly use a bow and dagger. Her bow could pin a bear to a tree and required such strength as well. Her entire body was toned as if it was carved from wood by the gods despite her being thin she was rather very strong. Kirena almost never used her dagger for anything but skinning animals and was always kept sharp.

While she wasn't a wood elf in physical form one could think she had the soul of one. She would almost never go to the cities unless in it was absolutely necessary and she would never feel truly at home unless she was in the forest, in nature away from others she could be described as being afraid of people unless she was in her element.

Kirena was recently hunting and had finished skinning the deer that she shot before picking up the carcass and putting it on her shoulder. She had always carried carcasses the same way that there was a permanent spot of dried blood stained on her shoulder, part of her hair, and neck.

It was nightfall by the time she got back to her camp. She palced the dead deer on a bed of leaves and started a fire for light as she hung up and stretched the skin in between two branches. The nights of Cyrodiil were cool but never cold and the stars would always seem to tell her a different bedtime story before she fell asleep. She cooked some of the meat from the deer and watched the smoke rise as she ate.

When she finished eating Kirena doused the fire to only to where the embers had a slight orange outlines. She climbed the tree and set up her hammock. She watched the stars as she drifted asleep.

She woke up to storm clouds over head with heavy air.

A sense of hurry filled Kirenas body as she undid her hammock and climbed down from the tree, taking the skin down and packed up her camp. She sprinkled some juniper berries from a bush by her camp onto the deer before leaving.

She had found a stone paved road and followed it hoping it would take her to a town or city. What ever animals were along the road, if they were small and easily carried, she would would kill and take them with her.

She had a hefty haul before reaching a city, it was along the coast line and had large walls. She passed through the gates only to have a short imperial rush her.

"HELLO THERE TRAVELER . And welcome to Anvil." The man said speaking very quickly. "Would you like a tour of the city?"

"No thank you." Kirena said meekly.

The imperial didn't say anything after and just walked off.

Kirena tensed up for a second before walking away towards the inner part of the city looking for a place to sell everything she had.