The natural light was, for a fleeting moment, overwhelming. Izavelle squinted and drew a hand up to shield her eyes. The subtle murmur of lapping ocean waves reached her ears. When the girl's eyes adjusted, she found she was standing at the edge of a cliff overlooking a sapphire vista of the open sea. There was no sense of having arrived her, as if she were in a dream, but after a moment, full recollection returned to her. The palm near to her eyes was full of UI icons, most reassuring her of freshly-spawned satiation. "Hmm," the woman murmured, glancing down at herself, finding the white and red robe she had selected for herself was conveniently in place. The ground was also a little closer to her apex than in reality, but that, too, had been a choice. Thumbing open the map and flicking in to zoom, the Izavelle determined she was situated to the far east of the spawn island. Stokbon was a way off. Behind the girl, predictably, was woodland, thinner for its proximity to the open ocean. Without weapons to defend herself, the woman was potentially vulnerable, though she hardly felt it. With no better destination immediately obvious, she folded her hands into her white sleeves and stalked into the forest, heading in the direction of the central city, though her primary objective seemed, for the moment, to be admiring the scenery. She felt a vigour within herself that was foreign to her corporeal body these days. Who knew what it was she would first happen across?
Sometimes, its just better to go back to where you started when conflicts arise in your life. Love, incertain affairs, indecision... All of those things came to find their way into Blake's virtual life after she met a fair share of people. And, well, a lover. The mere thoughts of that evening with Vina still made her cheeks light up like christmas arrived earlier in her body. But she couldn't bother to dwelve into the past right now. Because, well, she was surrounded by boars. Very, very angry boars. The first one charged straight towards her legs, which she quickly countered by throwing them backwards and grabbing the boar by the horns. It managed to drag her for a bit, before she completely stopped it and threw it into the air, before knocking its remaining life points right out of his body with a fierce kick, its body turning into smitherins as the experience filled her body. However, she was still surrounded by many of them, and she was starting to suffer sustained damage. Small, however, due to her armor and level discrepancy. Yet, she seemed annoyed at all of this. Vina would absolutely stop her and try to calm down the boars, and she would probably succeed in doing so. Problem is, Vina wasn't here, so unless some other druid with taming abilities snooped around, she was going to have to do things her way. And her way wasn't nearly as pretty and cute as her.
A short while of passively entertained traversal led Izavelle to her first real encounter with an in-game phenomenon: the sound of a scuffle. No RPG would be complete without them. In amongst gravelly, animalistic snarls were grunts of human exertion and - Izavelle thought - distress, so her tranquil steps accelerated quickly into an anxious gait, her brow furrowing in determination. It mattered little that she was equipped with no weapon if a stranger was in trouble. A short shimmy through ground-level flora later and a glade opened up before the young woman, within which was contained yet another young woman and a flock of shaggy brown boars, all postured aggressively towards the alien female. Immediately apparently were the stranger's tall feline - Felis - ears, though positively glaring were the cuts and scratches marring her attire and the haggard way in which she was breathing. That was, at least, after she had finished tossing one of the animals skyward and cleaved straight through it with a kick. The brunette, spectating momentarily from afar, blinked in mild surprise but tarried hardly a second before stepping forward into the clearing proper. For the moment she was out of sight of the animals' victim, but that mattered little for what she was about to attempt. "Lachende Erde," she called out, sweeping her hands up towards the sky: from her feet onward rapidly grew up a field of roses, nearly suffusing the entire glade. There was a moderate glow to these ruddy flowers. They comprised a field where lovers sought to dance, and smelled like Eden on a mild summer's day; too sweet not to notice, but still not sickly. The beasts trod in place, momentarily uneasy, but their postures quickly began to loll, their gazes wandering now aimlessly. A couple lowered their snouts to the floor to whiff at the pleasant aroma. Izavelle lowered her arms and folded them into her sleeves, pleased to note her spell was effective, though her satisfied expression quickly transformed to concern as she turned to face the stranger. "You aren't hurt too badly, are you, miss?" she softly inquired. Particularly while amid the flowery field, the German wasn't too concerned that the Other would constitute a threat.
Blake couldn't deny she was having a rough time. She was overleveled for that area, but not by much. And the number of enemies was roughly over a dozen, so she couldn't really lack any drop of skill here, or else she would experience her first in-game death. And by a pack of boars! That would be simply too shameful for a prided warrior like her! So, she clutched her bum, closed her fists, and readied herself for another tackle at her legs, hoping that this one would be another sustainable impact. But, in reality, what she experienced was something entirely different. Peaceful, soothing... It was a mix of feelings that she couldn't comprehend just yet, but turning around after her ears catched a sound behind her. She almost swore it was Vina, but alas, she was not there. She lacked the fluffyness and white cascading hair that shined like jewels. Yet, her help was far from unappreciated. As soon as the threat seemed to be gone, she went towards the german woman, smiling. "Heeya there! Thanks for the help, although i could've taken them alone." She then quickly put her hands up into the air and shook her head when she was asked if she was hurt. "Nonono, i'm fine as one can be! A buncha boars can't bring themselves to hurt m-" Her speech was interrupted by a wincing whine as she kneeled for a second. A deep wound on her leg was now apparent. She had seemingly got careless and let one of them get her. "W-Well... I'm sure that can be bandaged..." Please help her before she kills herself.
Cheerful despite the minor wounds she suffered, the stranger was quick to dismiss all concern Izavelle offered her, which earned her a look of quiet but replete admiration from the brunette, tinged only a little with amusement. She buckled, however, as she attempted to complete her sentence, pained by one particular gash running up her thigh, which trickled blood from the nadir whence it had been rent. Izavelle's eyes were drawn to the moderately gory sight. Of course, as a qualified nurse in-real-life, she was no stranger to the lingering effects of violence. "I'm sure it can, and I'm sure you could have," said the brunette mildly, stepping around the stranger, keeping her dark eyes locked on the cut. For the moment the pack of wild pigs, no longer in her field of vision, did not concern her; they would remain passive for quite some time, so long as they remained in this general area. Some of them were beginning to stray further away into the woods, but that also nullified them as a concern; within this rose-encrusted glade, the two women were quite safe - at least from wild animals. "In fact, you still can, only - indulge me a moment," the girl asked, halfway kneeling and smiling up at the Felis as she did so. She hovered her hands a way above the wound. "Die Sonne wird aufgehen," she recited; at once, the beam of sunlight that shone upon the woman's wound grew markedly brighter, though its heat did not change. It was subtle, but if Blake remained in place, she would feel a telltale tingle around the gash as it slowly sealed itself shut. "No need to do so in pain," mused Izavelle quietly, a modest glee pulling up the corners of her mouth as she observed her technique work for the first time.
The sensation... Was different. Blake was no stranger to trouble, and trouble was her middle name. So, she got pretty used to being healed by Vina, when she was not harshly covering her wounds in bandages to avoid bothering others. Unluckly for her, she had no bandages with her this time around, so she would have to rely on this stranger's healing capabilities to treat her now. And, talking about strangers, she seemed really new to the game. Blake kept track of a lot of faces after the Battle of the Dawn, so to her to not recognize someone was a shocker for her. But this sensation... Vina's healing felt much more soothing, waves of pleasant energy filled her body everytime Vina had her hands on her clumsiness's results. But this one... Weaker was not the right word for it... Less intense would describe it better. Still, it was working, so Blake had nothing to complain about, especially when her wound was healing quite nicely. So, when she was done, she did the first thing her mind told her to do. Making use of Izavelle's vulnerable arms, she used them to pull herself up and give Izavelle a big hug! "Thaaaank you!" After a few seconds, she broke out of the hug and put a finger on her temple, her eyes shining golden before she looked at Izavelle up and down. She was using the investigation mode of Terrasphere to check her. "Izavelle... Rocherre. Nice to meet you! And by your clothes, i suppose you have joined not so long ago?"
It was far from an ideal job; when Izavelle drew away, the gash was sealed and had shrunk, but any sort of egregious exertion might well open it up again. Being in possession of an entirely novitiate character, the brunette supposed she could hardly ask for anything better, but the caretaker in her had misgivings about letting such a poorly healed wound escape. It could have taken several minutes to fully mend the infliction; Izavelle doubted her new acquaintance had a tolerance for that sort of inertia, and also that her pacifying roses' aura would hold out long enough for the two of them to make themselves scarce afterwards. Surprisingly, as Izavelle made to get up, she found herself being scooped up under her arms by the slightly taller Felis, who wrapped her in an enthusiastic and rather warm embrace. For a nanosecond unsure if she was the victim of some bizarre attack (and paralyzed thus), Izavelle relaxed when she recognized the hug for what it was and chuckled, smiling warmly and holding the other in return. With only the side of the blackette's mane in view, the German wondered silently if this peculiar cat-lady might be being piloted by a person much younger than her avatar appeared. She had a charming juvenile spirit, at any rate. "Thaaaank you!" the stranger chimed, before pulling away. Izavelle's arms lingered at the blackette's hips, though only because she hadn't yet retreated far; the brunette simply continued to smile. After a moment of scrutinizing the person she had just abruptly elected to embrace, Blake then pressed her finger to Izavelle's temple. There was little in the way of unusual sensation to accompany this touch, but the cat-girl's eyes did glow gold for a moment. The brunette understood immediately what was occurring, knowing she was being scanned. That was fine, she had opted to keep all of her personal details hidden. Not exactly out of fear or revulsion; simply because she thought it might break the immersion otherwise. She had chosen to utilize the game's meta-powers sparingly for the same reason, which went in a long way in explaining her response: "Yes, that is I," she confessed, finally stepping back and allowing her hands to fall away; she drew them into her opposing sleeves customarily in following, adopting her nigh-on perennial half-smile that did well in indicating her benevolent, if somewhat reserved, character. "I must have joined not ten minutes ago; I am thankful to have met you first, instead of such a pack of monsters all by myself." Her expression remained unaffected as she said this, until the inquiry that followed, whereupon she grinned brightly once again: "What ought I call you, Miss...?"
She smiled back at Izavelle, her tail wagging happily as she was asked the best question ever! Who she was... So much potential to create awe! To create disbelief and gasps! She just needed to paint a good picture of herself, and she would look so cool! She breathed in, before starting to punch the air for a bit, entering a battle stance. Then, she stopped for a moment, focusing energy on her right arm as a green-like energy enveloped it. Then, after a quick moment, she threw an uppercut into the air, the energy dissipating for a moment, before a strong twister took form, quick but powerful enough to knock someone a few yards away. Blake however seemed far for bothered by it, standing there before smiling and proclaming her identity. "I'm the proud holder of the fastest hands on this side of map, and probably of the rest of it too! I sting like a butterfly, float like a bee, strikes so fast you can't even see!" After that, she went and started doing a very exaggerated wind-up with her left arm, it charging with the same energy as before. "Few have taken a direct blow from me and told the story! I survived this world's fiercest battles, and crawled out of a gigantic man-eating plant's stomach with my own legs and claws! I'm the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end! My punches will drill the skies in half!" She then punched straight upwards, releasing a twister once again. However, due to the weird angle she shot it, it had enough force to knock her into the ground. Another result of shooting raging winds upwards in a forest was a big mess of leaves, branches and fruits falling ontop of Blake, creating a even bigger mess that swallowed her whole. After a few seconds, she emerges out of the mess and shakes it all off like a wet dog, before pouting. "This is the third time i try to make this, and something always gets on the way, nyah!" After that, she looked back and Izavelle and couldn't help but smile, shrugging a bit. "Oh well, what is done, ish done. The name's Blake. Blake Elgis. Pleasure to meet ya!"
