Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140424024546/@comment-24296957-20140512231728

Triste smiled. "A surprise indeed.  I assume you'd like to hear a tale about me now?" She looked at him, a nervousness overcoming her. She swallowed hard.

Welp, here's goes..

"I...grew up in White Fang territory.  My family and I moved when...well..." Triste paused, glancing away from Tanner and stroking her feathers. "when the killing started.  We were very passionate about rallying.  But when the power shifted, we feared our lives.

"I masquaraded in Vale under a mask of guilt," Triste continued, "and I couldn't take it anymore...all the hiding, the deception." She looked at Tanner with tears welling in her eyes. Her tattoo shone dully in the moonlight, the long scar from her jaw to her collarbone visible, as well.

"But, these?" She pointed to the tattoo and scar, "can wait until your next tale." Triste sniffled, trying to hide the tears that slowly came into her eyes.