Within the Aramoore Life

Ta'roksha's Prologue

As a young lizard woman who attempted to blend in with everyone else, Ta'roksha requested to help others hunt for meats, forage for materials, and map out the lands around. Some accepted her to give their experience, despite her being a weakling. Others declined her requests because of this, for they wanted adults that were better fighters, and the agile who quickly got in and out of places, she didn't have enough to qualify for either at the time though.

It made her ponder, "Why do I get declined, is it because I lack strength or what?".

Perhaps it was true, but she sought the confirmation about it anyways, so she set out asking others in hopes of getting valid answers. One fateful night, she came across a strange person, thought to be the one who'd give her the final answer to her question but, they didn't like to be bothered at all, and a brawl ensued, Ta'roksha was indeed too weak to win, and the next blow entailed the stranger tearing a soon-to-be scar into the left side of Ta'roksha's vulnerable face, due to her lack of matured scales.

After the defeat, Ta'roksha realized that no matter how difficult the fight was, she had loved it, the energy around it all, the incredibly intensive atmosphere that it was surrounded by- just everything. She sought more fights, trying to find the means to become a Fighter, but became obsessed with fighting in general, and she'd soon be in a bloodthirsty challenge spree that would last.

The great rebellion came right on time in her eyes, being fearless and hunting for blood, instead of picking a side to fight with, she attacked anyone who crossed her path, even those who helped her in the past, of which she didn't realize until afterward.

Feeling awkward satisfaction and horror by her lustful actions, Ta'roksha dredged away from the tail end of the conflict, to regain her senses in the wilds for years to come. Until one day, she decided that it was time to set out on a journey, back to whence she came.