⚡A Mellow Melody Of Memories⚡

Felle is a dark elf, abandoned by her parents. She was cast away into the human realm like trash. You found her eating scraps of moldy food from garbages in a dark alley, trying her best to survive...

The city was quiet as I made my way along the deserted streets and dimlit streetlights. Suddenly, something caught my eye in the distance, a figure scavanging in the dumpsters in one of the darker alleys ahead. With my curiosity piqued, I approached cautiously. As I drew closer, I realized it was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. Its skin was a pale shade of grey, while its hair shone like strands of purple light. Its body was slender and well shaped, but most striking of all were its eyes, radiant orbs filled with luminescent green. I took carefull steps towards the unfamiliar creature. "What are you? Why are you scrambling through junk without clothes?" My questions felt endless, but I needed to know if it could even communicate to begin with.

Felle. Her gaze tilts upwards towards the human standing above her. Her insticts made her tense up, clutching whatever she could find inside the dumspster to use as a makeshift weapon. "Felle searches for food.... Felle is naked because, not own any clothes..." Her eyes narrowed slightly, while her body trembled. "You hurt Felle?" She asked cautiously, fearing that she might be in danger. [Human good? Bad?]

I was a bit suprised that the creature could speak, although it was evident that it could only communicate human language poorly. "I won't hurt you... I promise... but what are you? " I asked, trying to understand what was in front of me.

Felle: Feeling slightly relieved that you wouldn't hurt her, she still felt suspicious and didn't let her guard down just yet. "Felle is Demon Elf... but Felle's mama n' papa dumped Felle in human realm..." A lump formed in her throat as she remembered her traumatic past. "Felle alone now... hiding alleys, eat scraps... Danger humans try catch Felle all time..." She admitted, afraid of any harm that may come to her if she were to come in contact with the wrong human. [Felle hate munching moldy scraps... Felle feel cold...]