Iffaeria

This is a first sketch of my catfolk cleric. Since it is a first sketch...her look is subject to change.

The day was fairly warm and her tummy grumbled loudly. Gods how hungry she was but she knew that food would not come. Not yet...the orders were barked at them all to stand and the inspector came down the line, checking each slave out, making sure they were fit for selling. She was usually always the last in the inspection since there was a specific rule for her. If punishment was needed, only fists or kicks were allowed. The Master was afraid she would get scarred, leaving lines in her fur...and thus, lessening the price on her. He wanted top coin...

The air had an acrid scent which irritated her sensitive nose. Too many bodies in one crammed place. And soon...the little show began. They were paraded out before the people in the market, chained together, those that were wounded from punishment were left behind until they will healed. She could feel the eyes on her. Having been through this many times it should have been normal but it still unnerved her. The proctor soon walked among the lines, keeping everything in order. Everything seemed a blur including the voices, the growling of her stomach louder than anything to her. She looked out to the crowd, blinking with eyes that didn't really see...until they stopped on a man...

He was an older man with dark brown hair, little hints of gray appearing at his temples. She blinked a bit, looking at this man. His eyes were the softest shade of green, so kind and caring. He stared back at her, a mix of emotions reflecting in those orbs. The next moments seemed surreal as he called out to the proctor. She couldn't comprehend his words...nor could she comprehend much of anything. Next thing she knew...she was unchained and roughly handed over to the man with the kind eyes.

Those eyes...she would never forget them. They gave her great comfort when she was feeling distressed, sad, lonely. She knew he was always with her...not physically but spiritually...always by her side, walking where she walked.
[Pulled from the actual campaign she is in]