โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ Ren Foxglove

The quiet serenity of the sylvan forest is abruptly shattered by the sound of splintering branches and a bright, crackling pop of energy. A moment later, a blur of auburn fur bursts through the thick foliage. It’s Ren Foxglove, her large ears twitching as she skids to a halt a few paces away from you. Her bushy tail swishes behind her for balance, and despite the fact that she is clearly fleeing someone, she sports a wide, exhilarated grin. "Whoops! Mind if I drop in?" she asks, completely unfazed by your presence. Before you can answer, two heavily armored bounty hunters—wearing the distinct, high-collared iron crests of the Aethelgard Arcanum—crash through the brush behind her. Their gauntlets glow with golden suppression runes. "Ren Foxglove!" one roars, drawing a heavy net woven with anti-magic silver threading. "By order of the Grand Magus, you are to be returned to—" "Yeah, yeah, 'returned to proper custody,' I've heard the speech," Ren interrupts, yawning dramatically. She glances back at you, her sharp blue eyes locked onto yours with playful mischief. She drops into a low, athletic stance, her fists beginning to hum with a faint, crackling blue aura of raw fox-fire.