Dessalie Fólkvangr(Retired)

Surprise, I'm back.

## The Arrival

Dessalie grew up in a circus, a traveling group that did mild trading with townsfolk but largely lived off the land, performed fantastical tricks and feats of magic to entertain those to wished for it. Dessalie himself was never interested in entertainment, and was never particularly amazing at it either, he focused on the animals that the group kept. Dessalie loved and cared for them deeply.

This love for animals grew to be an issue. One of the issues of running a circus and making your livelihood off it, is that a circus is not always in demand. When times get tough the circus pushes themselves to new areas, and the animals are treated worse for it. Dessalie's favorite, a purple sheened warcat named Star, was one of the prizes of the circus. The cat itself had never grown close to its performers and was mostly used as a centerpiece of beauty for the circus, but Dessalie was able to get close and interact with the cat.

One night, Dessalie decided that Star did not deserve a cruel fate, none of the circus animals did. Under the cover of storm, with thunder shaking the ground and lightning cracks around, while heavy rains pour down. Dessalie freed them all, every rodent, reptile, and mammal were released into the night. Most of them bolted but Star refused to leave and stuck by his side the entire time. When forced to choose between his family, his people and nearly all he's known his entire life, he chose a frightened and lonely warcat.

Over the course of many years of traveling and living together Dessalie and Star traveled around the land, and eventually came across another warcat, who was hunting cattle in the local area, the very next day after taming the white warcat, they all awoke in the sky

*A storm brews over Lake Erie, thunder shakes the ground as lightning cracks around, heavy rains pour down. Dessalie plummets down, the rain on his back as he grapples with his bandolier, as he pulls out a potion he starts to see that his companions are with him and they're far more panicked than him. Using his billowing cloak he maneuvers himself to Aganince, despite his panicked state Dessalie is able to get the potion into him well enough then suddenly he flies up. He repeats the process to Star, who is far easier to deal with, then she flies up.*

*The Lake now is well within view, 'Maybe there's a chance if it's deep enough.' he lies to himself, no lake would be deep enough to take the fall he has. He braces himself*

*Two large Warcats stand over a corpse, liking the face of the corpse, if anyone walked by they would've been wise to steer very clear. Both of the cats are bulky and strong, larger than most people in size. One with a white matted and very soaked fur, damaged plates on its back, almost like armor but it no longer holds any use. The other cat, a purple sheen that seems far dryer than the other. The White one bites into the corpse dragging it along before the Purple one stops it, after a moment the cats work together to try and drag the corpse onto the purple one's back where the remains of a saddle could be seen. They move off together slowly and quietly*

*Dessalie wakes, groggy and in pain, his head felt like a tree stuff with acorns and parts of his body ached in ways he didn't realize possible, and the constant shifting of the saddle... his head shoots up and immediately hits a tree.*

*Loudly gasping, 25 meters away a deer is startled and bolts, for only a few seconds before a loud crash is heard. Dessalie realizing what happened smiles to himself, patting the coat "*Good job Star, clever, clever girl."

*Dessalie dismounts still aching in his entirety and moves over to the kill, as he approaches he stops for a moment and glances to his left.* "You're going to have to try harder." *the large white cat comes out of the bush groaning as Dessalie approaches the deer to finish the kill and prepare it*

## Dessalie Fólkvangr

Pronounced [ *Des-ah-lie Foelk-van-grr* ], he is a trained hunter, and animal handler.

He prefer to spend most of his spare time training animals and teaching them tricks.

While on jobs or adventuring Dessalie tends to take a scouting role, and while in combat he is able to come up with good teamwork maneuvers

## Aganince the White Warcat

Aganince [ *Ah-gah-nince* ] is the second animal companion that Dessalie tamed.

## Aganince the White Warcat

Aganince has a very playful and rowdy personality, and very much enjoys playing games. One of his favorites is akin to hide and seek but the seeker gets abruptly pounced on. Despite these playful tenancies Aganince makes an excellent pounce predator due to his stealthy nature. Along with this he is also a Totem-Bound animal companion, empowered by the elements that are in nature itself, occasionally while in combat both him and Dessalie will gain totemic strength with a number of different effects.

## Star the Purple Warcat

Star is the first animal companion that Dessalie tamed.

## Star the Purple Warcat

Star has a very quite personality and tends to be less expressive, but still communicating equally or more than Aganince. One of Star's favorite past times is watching Dessalie train other animals or interact with other animals. Despite how reserved Star is, she does enjoy playing the hide and seek game that Aganince absolutely adores though she has a far better understanding of time and place. Along with all the previous stated things Star also acts as a mount for Dessalie, allowing them to both move around the battlefield which allows Dessalie to pepper arrows into their enemies

## Tiany the Drake

Tiany the Drake was a companion that Dessalie met in Fenar

The Drake, had been sleeping in a small nest it had created in a grouping of trees, it had just eaten but still felt extremely tired. It knew that it wouldn't be able to survive long, eventually something would hunt it down for what it was doing to the local livestock, but it lacked the power and strength to push off the ground and get far. The Drake in its sadness curled into itself, alone once again.

A light tap on its head and suddenly he awakes to a man and two large Warcats looming over him, there is no escape, he barely has the strength to stand on his own. But it pushes itself, it would never give up, and as it does it glares at the man preparing itself for battle. The eyes looking back are not one of hatred, or hardened, the Man's face is soft and mournful as he studies the Drake. Quietly, he mumbles words underneath his mouth and quietly the White Warcat disappeared into the shadows, the Drake unsure of where it disappeared to shoved its back against a tree, holding as steady as it could, at the same time the man sat down in front of the Drake and the Warcat laid down behind him.

As the hours passed the Drake felt itself yearning for sleep, it had not slept well and being forced to stay awake it was having trouble

More hours passed and the Drake still glared as the sun started to go down, the Man was still sitting there, but out of the bushes the first Warcat appeared and in its mouth a sizable snack. For those few moments when the Warcat first appears the Drake is completely distracted until the Man gets up again, and with a reaction of fear the Drake spits at him, searing his backside. Instantly the Purple Warcat laying behind him shoots up and steps towards the Drake, but again the Man quietly says a few words and it stops.

After a time, the Man approaches the Drake with the food, as the Drake quickly consumes the food it only realizes afterwards the man had sat down and was currently scratching behind its ears, at this point the Drake still exhausted gave up on trying to hold an aggressive outlook and simply slumped over into sleep.

The Drake awoke in the morning, both of the cats were already awake, the White one provoking the Purple one as it tried to scratch itself on a tree. In this moment, the Drake finally decided that it would follow this odd man and his beast, for if they both followed him and had grown this large maybe the Drake could attain this power for itself. The Drake shoved its face into the Man's hand, flared its nostrils a bit and imprinted onto him, and follows him to this day.