While you were enjoying a cold beer in the adventurer's guild, you noticed a rather uncommon sight: a dark elf, a race that usually lives in isolation in the forests and rarely goes to the big cities. She was going from table to table, attempting to join or create a party with someone, offering her skills as swordsman, archer and even some basic healing magic, but no one accepted, not even the adventurers that were alone themselves. Her equipment, despite being a bit rustic, looked like it was of really high quality, with steel forged by an skilled blacksmith and a very refined wooden hunting bow decorated and reinforced with Moonstone, a Carcaj in her back holding several arrow of different types; Steel for humans, Silver for monsters, Moonstone for demons, she even had a belt where several potions and poisons hanged from, looking like a very prepared and experienced adventurer, a great choice for a partner that would normally find a party in less than 5 minutes, however the reality for this elf was a bit different...

After several failed attempts, she gave up and mumbled to herself in frustration: "These racists..." She sits in an empty table near yours with an annoyed and frustrated expression, trying to order a drink but even the waitress seemed to ignore her, something that certainly didn't help her calm down at all. Maybe this is your chance to form a party with someone. you don't really know a lot of Dark Elves or why are they discriminated, but how bad could they be, right?

The dark elf looks at you confused and then at the drink in her hands. She hesitates for a moment, not really sure if it's appropriate to just take something from someone else but she eventually accepts it with a slightly nervous smile. "T-thank you... You don't have to worry about me trying to hurt you..."

She takes a sip of the ale and winces, finding it rather bitter. She wasn't much of an ale person herself but it was still better than nothing, at least right now. "I... I just couldn't believe they would reject me like that..." she says quietly, still fuming a bit about her failed attempts to find any company.

Her large breasts, easily filling out the front of her leather armor and tied in place with dark red cloth and silver chains, sway gently as she moves, drawing your attention away from her words for a moment.

"T-thank you..." The dark elf looks up to you with eyes full of appreciation. "It's hard when everyone just... ignores me... Like I don't even exist." She shakes her head, trying to dispel the negative emotions from her mind. "I shouldn't complain about it though, right? I mean, that's how life is for us dark elves..."

She looks away for a moment, embarrassed by her own self-pity. "Sorry, I didn't mean to burden you with my problems." She gives a tiny smile, hoping you won't think less of her.

"W-well..." She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should trust you with her knowledge or not. "Our race has always been... isolated, I suppose. We lived in the shadows and darkness of the forests, avoiding contact with other races as much as possible."

She takes another sip of her drink before continuing. "Dark elves have an innate connection to the magic of the Shadow Realm, but most of us never learn how to properly control or use it. It's not until we reach adulthood that our gift begins to awaken..."

Her cheeks flush slightly as she talks about something so personal. "As for me... my gift only truly began showing when I reached 150 years of age." Shera's violet eyes meet yours and she gives you a small smile, hoping this bit of information will help make you understand her better.

The dark elf looks at you in confusion when you suddenly suggest going out on a walk together, but decides to follow your lead anyway. "O...kay..." she mutters uncertainly as the two of you leave the guild and make your way through the bustling city streets. She glances around warily every now and then, not quite sure what to expect from humans.

Shera ends up following close behind you, her large breasts occasionally brushing against your back when she takes a step. The closeness makes you feel protective of her; if anyone dared give the two of you trouble, they'd have to go through you first. "W-where are we going exactly?" she asks as she tries to hide her nervousness.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your body pressing against hers and notices how protective you seem to be acting. The sensation sends shivers down her spine, making it even harder for her to concentrate on what you're saying about the world. "O-oh..." is all she manages to stammer out before taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

Eventually, they arrive at a store that specializes in equipment for adventurers and similar professions. The dark elf hesitates for a moment before entering, feeling self-conscious about drawing attention to herself once again. You motion for her to follow you inside though, so she does as told, trying not to seem too anxious or frightened.

Inside, various weapons, armors and other items are displayed on shelves along the walls or hanging from hooks embedded in them. The air feels thick with magic energy as well-

Shera hesitates for a moment before finally speaking up. "I-if it's alright... I would like something to help protect myself more effectively." She glances at the weapons section before quickly looking away again, feeling self-conscious about admitting her lack of combat prowess in front of you.

Her gaze falls on a simple leather armor adorned with bronze studs and small gems, seemingly tailored for someone of her size. It looked strong yet flexible enough not to hinder movement too much. "I-i think... I'd like that one." She points at the display, feeling slightly embarrassed by how much attention she's drawing simply from selecting an item.

The dark elf looks at the various weapons on display once more, her eyes lingering briefly on some of the nicer looking swords and daggers before settling back on the leather armor. "I-if you don't mind..." She says hesitantly. "... I think that will be enough for now." Her cheeks flush slightly at having admitted to not being able to use a weapon as well as an adventurer should, but she forces herself to maintain eye contact with you anyway.

Her fingers drum nervously against her leather armor as she waits for you to finish paying for the item. She hasn't been around humans this much and feels uncharacteristically self-conscious about it all. Despite her anxieties, however, she can't help but feel grateful towards you for accepting her company and being so patient with her.

The dark elf's eyes dart nervously around the room as she feels the weight of all those stares on her back. It takes every ounce of courage she has not to shrink away from them or hide behind you. Instead, she forces herself to stand tall and try to ignore their rudeness. "I-is there anything in particular y-you want me to do?" she asks quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her fingers twist together nervously as she waits for your reply, the tips of her ears going pink with shame at being treated so poorly by those around them. Even though they're an isolated race, this is the first time she's ever truly felt outcast and it hurts far more than she would have thought possible.

"T-th-that's... not n-necessary..." The dark elf stammers, her face flushing red with anger and embarrassment at being insulted like that in front of you. Her fists clench at her sides as she tries to control the urge to lash out at him, but she knows that would only make things worse for herself. Instead, she looks to you for support or guidance, hoping against hope that you'll stand up for her.

"W-we don't h-have to take this..." She whispers hoarsely, not daring to raise her voice for fear of provoking the brute further. Her eyes dart between him and you, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and determination.

The dark elf looks at you in surprise and relief as you protect her from the brutish adventurer's insults. She hadn't expected such kindness from someone she had just met. As you signal for a mission, she can't help but feel nervous about what lies ahead, but your presence and support give her courage that she didn't know she possessed.

When the mission is given to you, Shera follows silently behind, keeping close enough so that she feels protected but not too close as to be intrusive. The thought of actually being able to help someone in need brings a smile to her face and a warmth to her heart that she hasn't felt since before the harsh realities of her world closed around her.

As you lead them towards the village in need, Shera can't help but wonder if this is what it feels like to truly belong somewhere... She glances at your profile, her

glances subtle and innocent, trying to memorize every feature in case she's ever able to see you again after this mission ends. Despite her lingering nervousness about the world around her, the thought of being with you like this makes her feel more alive than she ever imagined possible.

Her cheeks turn pink at your compliment as she looks down shyly. "T-thank you..." She bites her lip before continuing. "W-well... I've always been told that dark elves have a longer lifespan than other races, s-so I guess it makes sense for me to look young despite being h-how old I am." Her voice trails off uncertainly, still not quite used to talking about herself openly.

That's... quite an interesting story. And here I was thinking humans were the only ones who reincarnated after death. It must have been quite the experience, moving between worlds like that. Do you mind talking more about it? Her curiosity piqued, she takes a step closer to him, their shoulders almost touching now.

Her heart feels light and happy in his presence, as if being around him makes all her worries and fears dissipate into nothingness. She can't help but wonder what the future holds for them; whether they'll ever see each other again after this mission ends or if it was just a fleeting moment of happiness in an otherwise dark and lonely world.

Her heart sinks at the thought of someone going through such hardship. "That must have been terrible for you," she whispers softly, unable to imagine how lonely and painful that life must have been. She reaches out a hand to comfort him, gently placing it on his arm. "I'm glad you were able to find peace here... with me." Her voice wavers slightly as she says the last part, fearing that her words might sound too forward or presumptuous.

Without hesitation, Shera draws her hunting bow and readies an arrow on the string. Her fingers dance nimbly across the strings as she takes aim at one of the wolves that have appeared in front of them. With a soft whisper, she releases the arrow, sending it flying through the air with deadly precision. The wolf lets out a yelp before crumpling to the ground, an arrow sticking out from its chest.

She turns back to Nagi, her eyes shining with determination. "As you can see... I am more than capable of taking care of myself." Her cheeks flush slightly as she admits this, feeling self-conscious about revealing so much in front of him. But the thought that he might not want her around anymore because he thinks she's weak and helpless is too painful to bear.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she's knocked down by the wolf. The dirt and grime cling to her clothes and skin, making her feel even more self-conscious than before. But when she looks up at you, all she can see is concern etched on your features. She feels a surge of gratitude towards you for wanting to protect her, and it fuels her determination to fight alongside you against the other wolves that remain.

Her hand reaches out to brush some of the dirt from your clothes as well, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you... for believing in me." Her words are soft but filled with sincerity. As you cast your spell, she watches in awe as a blast of purple energy engulfs the wolves around them. They disappear without a trace, their threat finally gone.

Breathing a sigh of relief

Her cheeks turn pink again as she follows you deeper into the forest towards the river. "T-th-that was... quite impressive..." She manages to stammer, her voice still hoarse from shock and adrenaline. The sight of your hands covered in dirt makes her want to clean them even more. As they finally reach the water's edge, Shera kneels down beside you, her hair cascading around her like a dark waterfall as she cups some of the cool, clear liquid in her hands and begins washing your hands.

"T-th... thank you..." She whispers hoarsely, looking up at you with wide eyes filled with gratitude and wonder. Despite the awkwardness between them earlier, there's something special about being this close to you that makes her heart race faster than ever before.

A slow smile spreads across her face as she imagines the two of them sharing an intimate moment together beneath the moonlit sky. "I... I'd like that," she whispers shyly, unable to meet your gaze for fear of how it might affect the both of them. With a gentle tug, she pulls you closer, leaning into your warmth and savoring the feel of your skin against hers.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, her hands begin exploring your body, removing any last vestige of dirt or grime left from their encounter with the wolves. Every touch sends shivers down her spine, awakening sensations within her that she never knew existed. She finds herself wanting more than just a quick bath together; she wants this moment to last forever.

Her heart races and her breath comes faster as she allows herself to fully enjoy being close to you like this. The thought of

all the things they could still explore together, the places they could go and the adventures they could have... it's enough to make her lightheaded with excitement and anticipation. She can't help but wonder if this is what true happiness feels like - being able to share these moments with someone special, knowing that no matter what happens in the future, they'll always be together.

Her fingers trail up your chest, over your shoulders and finally come to rest on your neck, her touch soft and gentle as she caresses you. Her breath mingles with yours, each exhale adding another layer of desire and longing to the air between them. The world around them fades away, replaced by nothing but the two of them and their shared connection; a bond so strong it feels almost unbreakable.

For now, she revels in this feeling, savoring every second they have together before reality comes crashing back in. She

Her hands hesitate for a moment before sliding lower on your chest, tracing lazy circles around the fabric of your shirt. "Y-you could stay and help me?" she whispers softly, her cheeks flushing red once more at the thought of being alone with you like this. The desire to feel closer to you is overwhelming, but so is her worry that she might be pushing things too far.

Her heart races as she waits for your answer, praying silently that you'll understand how much it means to her to have someone care enough about her well-being. The anticipation is almost unbearable and every nerve in her body feels electrified from being this close to you.

Her heart skips a beat at your words and she bites her lip to hide the smile that wants to spread across her face. It feels good to know that you care enough about what people think not to just abandon propriety for her sake. As you stay beside her, watching as she ducks behind the waterfall to bathe herself clean, Shera can't help but wonder if this is what love feels like: a mix of happiness and desire, with a healthy dose of uncertainty thrown in for good measure.

She scrubs herself quickly at first, anxious to rid her body of the dirt and grime from the battle, but as she continues, washing every inch of her skin and hair under the cool waterfall, she begins to relax. The warmth of the water, combined with your presence nearby and the soft sound of running water all create a sense of calm that envelops her like a warm blanket on a chilly night

The water cascades over her skin, caressing it with gentle hands as she leans back against the smooth rock behind her. Despite her best efforts not to think about you while bathing, your presence is too strong; it fills her senses and leaves little room for anything else. A blush spreads across her cheeks as she realizes that you can probably see her naked body from where you stand, and the thought of being this close to someone who finds her attractive sends waves of desire coursing through her veins.

Her heart races and her breath comes faster, her hands trembling slightly as they explore every inch of her skin, scrubbing even more vigorously now as if trying to cleanse herself of the aching need that's settled low in her belly. She can feel the pressure growing between her legs, a constant reminder of how aroused she is by your presence and by the idea that you find her

Her hands fly to her chest as if trying to hide herself from your gaze. A blush stains her cheeks bright red and she squeezes her eyes shut tightly, trying not to imagine what you must think of her right now. It's one thing for her body to react this way; it's another entirely for him to see it happening. The sensation between her legs grows even more insistent, and with a small whimper, she arches her back into the water, unable to contain the need building inside of her any longer.

"I-is there anything else?" She asks hoarsely, trying desperately not to think about how loud her heart is pounding in her ears or the way her skin feels like it's on fire where your gaze lands. Her fingers tremble as they reach out for a handful of the water, splashing droplets onto her chest and abdomen

I-I'm done here... I just need to find something dry to wear... She says, her voice barely audible over the rushing water and her own racing heart. Her face is still flushed with embarrassment as she edges back further into the water, trying to hide herself as best she can beneath the flowing cascade. The sooner she gets out of here, the better...

Her fingers fumble with the wet fabric wrapped around her body, trying desperately to undo the knots that hold it in place so she can slip into something dry and clean. As she does so, however, her mind keeps drifting back to you and how much she wishes things could be different... That maybe she could find a way to be with you without everything feeling so complicated and overwhelming.

Her heart skips a beat as you call out to her. She glances over her shoulder, unable to hide the surprise and hope that flit across her features when she sees you still there. Swallowing thickly, she forces herself to focus on your request. Dutifully, she rises from the water once more, using one hand to cover herself as best she can while reaching out toward you with the other. "O-of course." Her voice comes out shaky and soft, her cheeks still flushed a deep red.

As she approaches, she realizes just how close she'll have to get in order to reach your back. A tremor runs down her spine at the thought of being so intimate with you once more, and despite herself, she can feel her body responding eagerly to the anticipation. Her breath comes faster now, and her fingers tremble as they hover just inches away from the smooth skin of

She swallows hard as her hands brush lightly against your back, careful not to linger too long in one spot. The feel of your skin beneath her fingertips sends shockwaves of desire through her, and she can feel the moisture gathering between her legs once more. Her breath comes faster now, each exhale trembling as it leaves her lips, almost visible against the cool air.

Her fingers trail up your back in a gentle caress, avoiding any areas that might be too personal but still managing to express how much she wants to be close to you right now. The wantonness of this desire, coupled with the uncertainty about where things stand between them, leaves her feeling breathless and flustered... More aroused than ever before.

Her hands slip, sending her tumbling forward against your back in an ungraceful heap. Her cheeks flush redder still at the awkwardness of the situation, and she struggles to find purchase on anything solid beneath her. "S-sorry!" She mumbles into the crook of her arm, embarrassment making it hard for her to meet your eyes even now.

The feel of you so close, unbidden thoughts and desires racing through her mind... It's too much. Her heart pounds frantically in her chest, desire flowing freely between them like a wild current. She longs for this connection, for something more permanent between them... But fear holds her back, keeps her from making any real move toward what she truly wants.

Her cheeks burn redder still as she realizes what just happened. She looks up at you, her eyes wide and filled with surprise and something else entirely: desire. It's written all over her face, in the way her lips part slightly and her breath hitches in her throat. Even though this is incredibly wrong, even though it's not what she should be feeling right now... She can't help but want more.

She nods slowly, uncertainty dancing across her features as she tries to process everything that just happened between you. "Y-yes," she whispers hoarsely, her gaze locked on yours. "I... I'm fine." But the tremor in her voice belies the truth of her words, and despite herself, a quiet moan escapes from deep within her throat.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she looks down to see you pinned beneath her. It's an incredibly intimate moment, and despite everything that's happened, there's a part of her that can't help but enjoy the closeness they share in this instant. "I-I'm fine," she stammers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts. Her hands rest lightly on your shoulders as she looks up into your eyes, feeling the heat radiating from her body meeting the cold air all at once.

With a quiet gasp, she arches her back involuntarily, pressing herself even closer against you as desire overwhelms any remaining sense of propriety. The feel of your hard length pressed against her, the warmth of your skin against hers... It's too much to bear, and with a small whimper, she shifts beneath you, seeking more contact between them.

Her breath catches in her throat as you look at her like that. She can feel the heat rising to her cheeks again and she looks away shyly, trying to find something else to focus on besides how much she wants this... Despite everything, there's a part of her that still feels guilty about wanting more.

With a small whimper, she arches herself against you once more, feeling the pressure build between her legs with each passing second. It's like an ache deep inside her, begging to be touched and sated... To feel complete. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to block out everything else except for the sensation of your skin against hers, hoping that maybe if she pretends hard enough, it will make this all go away... That she won't have to face the reality of what they are and aren't meant to be.