Unnamed

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UNNAMED the FURFINDER 🍁🍁🍁

UNNAMED was born into a clutch of 5, and despite the amount of siblings she has she managed to culture perhaps the strangest talent her parents have or will ever see - fur finding. You could imagine Donnel's shock as he found his newborn daughter holding a seemingly tame sparrowmouse and burbling to it in her crib. No matter what her parents did, the child would always find whatever animal they saw fit, and never did the animal do any harm. At first it was quite stressful, but as time passed they had grown accustomed to finding wild animals about the house and among their children.

From a young age UNNAMED was able to successfully find any animal they set out to find as long as it bore a pelt, no matter the distance or rarity. As long as she followed her gut she'd be able to find it as swiftly as any professional tracker. However, she found that not every animal would tame upon her touch. Her parents never reprimanded her for her newfound friends, anything that took her mind off of her missing sibling was a blessing.

A Tigereye squirrel she found in the sunflower fields was the first to flee, a young teenaged UNNAMED took it personally and was distraught for days. It was only when another sibling trapped it and they had another shot at it did they succeed. Another time she was unable to find the tigerblood foo she sought, no matter how long she spent seeking it. Even though these moments would dog her for the rest of her life, she didn't think any deeper on the matter. She knew it as the times it didn't work.

Once she was old enough to take the trek to town with Donnel, she leapt at the opportunity. What kind of creatures lay beyond the farm? At first she assumed it couldn't be much - but she could not be more mislead. She saw creatures that were not made of flesh and blood, the wild galewolves that swept in and out of existence with the wind rippling over the tall grasses of the sunpan plains. There were birds that floated on the surface of water like lilypads, massive bugs that took the shape of roaming deer, and it was then that she realized that not all animals bear fur.

It was in the plains that the convoy met another merchant. Why this one was wandering out here and not leading into the only major settlement of the territory was beyond them, but many strange things happen in the Refuge - and with prices this low, why raise alarm? The cloaked mirror offered several implements of war, the tomes on necromancy were swiped up by the eldest - she grinned and exclaimed on 'how lovely this new gardening book' was.

Her younger brother found a blade dubbed a 'broad rapier', and though it looked like a broadsword it was light as air and sharp enough to parse a grasshopper from its legs.

However, something on the cart caught her eye. It had a long neck and a noble looking head, and what a wicked point it bore! It snarled and snapped as she approached, but the moment she wrapped her hands around its handle the mimic axe settled down with appreciative grumbles.

The shopkeeper, who had been sneering at the child for approaching the unruly living weapon, was floored. In his shock he found himself haggled down to a handful of coins by her brother. Its handle was wrapped with reddened leather and given a sparrow-skull tasset before they left.