Tao, animal form
It was dark and windy tonight. A chill in the air bit at Tao's nose as she walked through the dimly lit avenue. The small Draculi stood about one and a half feet tall, her blue tinted eyes glowed faintly behind the hooded black robe. Gold runes glittered along the white trim of her cloak and a small silver charm hung from her neck. The cobblestones beneath her feet were cold on her bare paws.
Winter was around the corner and her journey had yet to begin. She had been contacted two nights ago by a hollowheart named Tyrin. He claimed to be from a newly constructed citadel called Blackstone Keep. His master, Silas, wished to develop the surrounding land and needed a spiritual leader for his people. Silas had heard some of Tao's words on the goddess Yer and felt that she would be perfect for Blackstone Province. Tao, ever eager to spread the word of the 'Kind Mother', readily accepted and began to prepare for her long trip north.
"Where are they? It's about time we set out." Tao muttered to herself.
Suddenly a large figure stepped out from a nearby alleyway and shoved Tao to the ground. She lifted her hood behind her head and peered into the angry-looking Battleheart's eyes.