Cythra

Cythra
Status	Active
Race	Prydaen
Gender	Female
Guild	Bard
Instance	Prime
Relatives	Annalyse, Walcar, Talliska

Snarky Cythra Feralclaw née Seord Wildclaw, Deadly Hunter, Grandmaster Bard of Elanthia

…yes, THE Cythra

Description

Cythra has cat-slitted violet eyes. Her black-streaked auburn mane is very long and wavy, and is worn loose. She has glittered silver fur, a straight tail and a lithe figure. She is tall for a Prydaen.

She has a dancing pattern of glittering painted musical notes scattered at random her cheekbones.

Details

Adopted daughter of Annalyse Seord.

Favorite granddaughter of Walcar Seord.

Adopted daughter of Talliska Wildclaw.

Designer extraordinaire.

Bardic teller of wondrous tales with run-on sentences.

Singer of glorious songs

Member of the Order of the Apostles.

Unsupervised

Turning Kermoria on its ear. (one ear at a time if necessary)

Battle Cry

The unofficial official song of the assault on Basalt Isle

Battle Cry by Cythra Feralclaw

The Squire Notes were in,

The battle’s name was coined.

Survival chance was slim.

But the battle must be joined.

The youngsters then all sighed,

We don’t want to die.

Their tears the veteran’s spied.

It’s just their battle cry.

The empaths all prepared,

Triage was all planned.

They hoped that lives were spared.

On that island sand.

The empaths then all sighed.

They feared their friends would die.

They said, as they dried their eyes,

It’s just our battle cry.

The leader he was bold,

The fighters all had said.

The legends would be told

Of the warriors lying dead.

His fear was not denied

Saying as he wiped his eyes,

I’m not going to lie,

It’s just my battle cry.

My top notch battle cry.