Femboy
Chaos Incarnate
Gunhild
13
Develius
(Titles: Beast, Fae, Large, Thoroughly Petted, Rockologist, Otherworlder (Isekai'd), Caelia Shrine Ally, Heavy-Duty Labourer, Incompetent, Speech-Delayed, One with Lymantraius Rex)
Character Sheet
Character Theme
Languages: Common, {Sylvan}, <Beastial>, |Abyssal|
At least the test was over, or at least the first one. Sighing as she heard the audible congratulations of the researcher, the lizard looked to Lockheart in silent hoping that this had actually been all of it. In truth, unless it was some sort of quiz or something, then she had no idea what else she could be further confronted with. That thing felt like the worst of it. When the lady started talking about the matter of the tarrasque only being that of a young one, she lightly shook her head and looked down.
"<Mmm, yesses. So simplys smol beastie, so so... >" she muttered in beastial, was she really expected that at some time she would have to take on one of those creatures of a far greater size and power? This must have been where the matter of champions being unable to slay one came in, supposing that this must've meant she wasn't someone who accomplished something very little in the world could have even stood a chance of doing. At least protecting smols wasn't the test.
When asked about anything else, she might as well have tried to succeed so she'd have a new achievement under her... non-existent belt, plus it might give her a new place for newfound purpose and to hone her strength. Only one thing else really came to mind.
"Foods times whens? Is food? Gunhild cans a hungy, eat do a eat do... " Gunhild asked, though it seemed as if she'd be moving on to the next trial soon enough. She maybe hoped that the next trial would give her something to eat, but didn't think simulation would taste that great or be that fulfilling. Wondering in what ways it could become worse than the first one, she'd soon enough find out pretty quickly.
Freezing cold, barely able to see in front of herself, no stable ground in sight, and water with no bottom absolutely everywhere she looked.
"Ugh... Gunhild hate. Hateses cold-water place mores... " Gunhild grumbled, the first trial was paradise compared to this. What was she even supposed to be fighting, hypothermia? She wasn't exactly well-dressed for this occasion.
Thinking about it, considering how much bare skin she had, trying to stay at least a little bit warmer would probably help. Focusing on that random little floofy talent she learned to try and make herself a big, fluffy, lovable Floofhild who'd feel more comfortable in the cold, Gunhild suspiciously eyed the water before in front of her.
Simulation or not, she wasn't going to touch that ocean, water was despicably and infamously evil.
Starting to slowly and carefully move along to progress further, she tried to sniff out for anything out of the ordinary. Then again, the intense cold at times may have made it more difficult.
Actions
1. Size Change F + Energized F
2. Feature: Fur Growth
3. Heightened Sense F (Smell) + Energized F
13
Develius
(Titles: Beast, Fae, Large, Thoroughly Petted, Rockologist, Otherworlder (Isekai'd), Caelia Shrine Ally, Heavy-Duty Labourer, Incompetent, Speech-Delayed, One with Lymantraius Rex)
Character Sheet
Character Theme
Languages: Common, {Sylvan}, <Beastial>, |Abyssal|
At least the test was over, or at least the first one. Sighing as she heard the audible congratulations of the researcher, the lizard looked to Lockheart in silent hoping that this had actually been all of it. In truth, unless it was some sort of quiz or something, then she had no idea what else she could be further confronted with. That thing felt like the worst of it. When the lady started talking about the matter of the tarrasque only being that of a young one, she lightly shook her head and looked down.
"<Mmm, yesses. So simplys smol beastie, so so... >" she muttered in beastial, was she really expected that at some time she would have to take on one of those creatures of a far greater size and power? This must have been where the matter of champions being unable to slay one came in, supposing that this must've meant she wasn't someone who accomplished something very little in the world could have even stood a chance of doing. At least protecting smols wasn't the test.
When asked about anything else, she might as well have tried to succeed so she'd have a new achievement under her... non-existent belt, plus it might give her a new place for newfound purpose and to hone her strength. Only one thing else really came to mind.
"Foods times whens? Is food? Gunhild cans a hungy, eat do a eat do... " Gunhild asked, though it seemed as if she'd be moving on to the next trial soon enough. She maybe hoped that the next trial would give her something to eat, but didn't think simulation would taste that great or be that fulfilling. Wondering in what ways it could become worse than the first one, she'd soon enough find out pretty quickly.
Freezing cold, barely able to see in front of herself, no stable ground in sight, and water with no bottom absolutely everywhere she looked.
"Ugh... Gunhild hate. Hateses cold-water place mores... " Gunhild grumbled, the first trial was paradise compared to this. What was she even supposed to be fighting, hypothermia? She wasn't exactly well-dressed for this occasion.
Thinking about it, considering how much bare skin she had, trying to stay at least a little bit warmer would probably help. Focusing on that random little floofy talent she learned to try and make herself a big, fluffy, lovable Floofhild who'd feel more comfortable in the cold, Gunhild suspiciously eyed the water before in front of her.
Simulation or not, she wasn't going to touch that ocean, water was despicably and infamously evil.
Starting to slowly and carefully move along to progress further, she tried to sniff out for anything out of the ordinary. Then again, the intense cold at times may have made it more difficult.
Actions
1. Size Change F + Energized F
2. Feature: Fur Growth
3. Heightened Sense F (Smell) + Energized F
