Neverwinter Forest [ic joining] pilfer and plunder

Cold and hard, that was Chakra's exterior. Yet inside, she was raised by a mother who had taught her mercy. She may have had savage Feralheart in her blood, but she had a kind and merciful Endore heart. She preferred to ignore it most of the time, because such emotions seemed to get her into a lot of situations she'd regret later.

Like now. As the young stranger crawled, crumpled and pathetic on the ground, begging and pleading for something, anything, Chakra felt something kindle inside her. Some miniscule iota of mercy sparked in her heart and she found herself considering, despite her overwhelming desire and instinct to just tell this carrion crow to get lost. Another growl rumbled in her chest, born more of her own ire with herself than with the stranger. What was that bizarre babble that she kept lapsing into anyway? Was she mad? Her voice was cold and direct: "What is your name?"