Galina Kerrigan-Alcori
Wildling
The first rays of sunlight were just peaking over the horizon as Galina started to stir in her sleep. The hour of waking was coming, the same as it had been every last day since she'd arrived on the mysterious planet, and found herself trapped by a vast ocean, on a rather large island. Her only home, the only thing she'd known since the crash was the twisted wreckage and remains of her parent's ship.
A heavy sigh came as her eyelids fluttered in response to the brightening sky. It was time to get up, and begin what would always be a very long day. Sitting up slowly, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and threw back the furs from her makeshift bed. Taking her time, she slipped on the rather simple clothing that she'd crafted from animal furs and skins. Another moment, and she grabbed a small quiver of handmade arrows, and slipped it over her shoulder, then the knife that had laid beside her sleeping place, with care she placed it in a small pouch on her belt.
One more sigh and she pushed through the furs that constituted the door to her home. Well, at least it was the only home she really remembered. It'd just been far too many years of solitude, far too many years without outside contact, and survival took over. Warm fuzzy memories of her former life would do her no good here, so they were long ago locked away.
With another few steps outside her shelter, Galina knelt down beside the embers of the fire from the former day, and carefully added more tinder and fallen logs to it as she built the flames back up to a dull roar. Unfortunately for her, Galina had not ended up on one of the lovely tropical islands upon Kaeshana. No, she'd ended up further north, and in a colder region. The need to keep warm a constant. Not to mention fire was her life blood. It kept away insects, and other large animals as well as provided a source for her to clean her water, and cook her kills.
After she was certain the fire would hold for a while without constant tending, she set off into the woods. Her footfalls barely making a sound as she shifted her bow off her shoulder and drew a singular arrow from her quiver, knowing all too well she could stumble upon her next meal at any time, or just as likely a threat of some form that would need to be put down. None the less, it was just the start, she knew, of what would be a very long day. The girl needed to eat, and with some luck she might find something that could last her a few days.
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
A heavy sigh came as her eyelids fluttered in response to the brightening sky. It was time to get up, and begin what would always be a very long day. Sitting up slowly, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and threw back the furs from her makeshift bed. Taking her time, she slipped on the rather simple clothing that she'd crafted from animal furs and skins. Another moment, and she grabbed a small quiver of handmade arrows, and slipped it over her shoulder, then the knife that had laid beside her sleeping place, with care she placed it in a small pouch on her belt.
One more sigh and she pushed through the furs that constituted the door to her home. Well, at least it was the only home she really remembered. It'd just been far too many years of solitude, far too many years without outside contact, and survival took over. Warm fuzzy memories of her former life would do her no good here, so they were long ago locked away.
With another few steps outside her shelter, Galina knelt down beside the embers of the fire from the former day, and carefully added more tinder and fallen logs to it as she built the flames back up to a dull roar. Unfortunately for her, Galina had not ended up on one of the lovely tropical islands upon Kaeshana. No, she'd ended up further north, and in a colder region. The need to keep warm a constant. Not to mention fire was her life blood. It kept away insects, and other large animals as well as provided a source for her to clean her water, and cook her kills.
After she was certain the fire would hold for a while without constant tending, she set off into the woods. Her footfalls barely making a sound as she shifted her bow off her shoulder and drew a singular arrow from her quiver, knowing all too well she could stumble upon her next meal at any time, or just as likely a threat of some form that would need to be put down. None the less, it was just the start, she knew, of what would be a very long day. The girl needed to eat, and with some luck she might find something that could last her a few days.
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]