Ash/Liyal/Aspel/Merri
The day had started out nice enough. Liyal had enough gil to buy a couple of apples and had been wandering around, taking in the sights. A particularly intresting sight walked past him and, simply by compulsion of his borne sex, he felt helpless but to innocently follow.
Then, beasties. Actually, Liyal wasn't totally unused to this. The tribes of the Nebra didn't have an epidemic of losing people to monsters, but their lives had some very strict regimentation. You were not allowed to the periphery of camp without adult supervision until you could run fast enough and wield a small knife.
But that did not mean he was any master hunter. Nor did it mean he had any particular urge to prove his manhood by fighting Iron Crabs. Liyal stepped out of the way of one and looked back, only to find that his object of interest had apparently disappeared.
Great, now he was a coward, too! Liyal turned to the last place he saw her and took off in that direction before fear could get the better of him. He went two blocks, dodging incoming monsters before he saw her flurrying dance down the alley.
Lucky for him, those big frogs weren't as immune to arrows as those crabs were. He notched his arrow back, took aim, and fired! His arrow sunk right into its flank and one of its legs went limp almost immediately. She'd probably take it down before he could get another shot off.
"I-i-i-i-i-i Luh-luh-uh!" He wasn't even sure what he had been trying to say! There wasn't any time to figure it out either. One of those iron crabs found him and just about barrelled him off his feet, despite its apparent lack of direction. His knocked arrow fell from his fingers and he scrambled back.