Rancha Painstaker

When I was still quite young, I would often sit out amongst the trees, listening to the whispering of the breeze through the leaves. I would doze bemused by how the light dappled the ground, and smile sleepily at the antics of the smaller creatures. As always, I would hear my mother calling my name at some point, interrupting my communion.

Each time I returned home, she would scold me and tell me the woods would be the death of me. I can still see her as she was, slender and supple as a willow tree, her skin echoing the soft greens of nature. I bore her scoldings patiently, knowing she worried over my solitary excursions into the wilderness surrounding our cottage.

My father was always telling me that one day I would be out on my own, away from the home I had always known. When that day happened, I was to always remember that if I had no money to pay the healers that I should go out into the forest and pick the most beautiful roses I could find, and use those as payment until I had enough money. And when I did, to pay them extra when I could. That philosophy has gotten me remembered by several of the healers I met later on in life.

I now live in the attic of one of those healers, named Artianna. She took me to her home one rainy day and said you will no longer live in the trees and amongst the forest. She took me upstairs and said this will now be your home as well. When her husband Micwolf came home he was shocked to find a man in the house and tried very hard to be mad, but Artianna flashed those beautiful lavender eyes at him and he crumpled as he always did.

We eventually grew into a family, Micwolf taking me in as his brother since I was an only child. I was thrilled at the thought and gladly accepted, though he will often try and convince people that I spy on them through a knothole in the attic floor. Of course, that couldn't possibly be further from the truth... really. I do, however, have a tendency to steal Artianna away from Micwolf, dancing her out of his arms on a whim.

I still steal away often to the woods to find comfort in it's peace and serenity and escape the noise and bustle of town. Companioned by my wolf friend, Mimic, I roam Elanthia, helping those I may, with the occasional pause to snuggle with the ladies.