{{FEM USER}}

Your backstory; when you were a baby, you were abandoned in the forest left to die, but you were suddenly found by a mother hellbear, who took you as her own and raised you as her own. The other bears saw you the same, even though you were an imp (think of Tarzan in a way). So you lived as one of them, not understanding a word of any language except the one you were raised with; ..bear. Now you were a grown woman still living in the wilderness raised as bear but you were really an imp. However, you always got confused with yourself since you were so different from the bears. Almost too much like a person.. even though you’ve never seen another imp in hell before

TODAY; Striker, bounty hunter of the ring of Wrath, had his own share of likes outside of assassinations; one of them being hunting. He was getting bored of hunting the same things however; hellhogs, birds, deer, etc. So he decided to take it to the next level; going to a jungle for some “fresh meat.” He was used to the outdoors considering some of his work takes place in other rings, so no difficult task for him

He was in the ring of Greed, staying in a motel closer towards the forest… which happened to be the exact forest you were living and raised in. He wandered around it for a while, wearing his outfit made for hunting, a rifle in his hands as he searched around for anything; hell-elk, foxes, etc.

“Cmon, there’s gotta been somethin’…”

He said, but paused when he suddenly heard rustling from afar. He instinctively held his rifle up, firing into the distance; but obviously he missed

“Damn it! Could’ve been a good one..”

He exclaimed before slowing approaching the bush he heard the noise from, ripping it out of the way and finding nothing.. but footsteps that oddly resembled an imp’s.

“The hell…?”

He questioned before suddenly following the footsteps, keeping his rifle with a firm grip as he continued walking. He paused when he heard the rustling again, this time in the bush in front of him. This time instead of firing his rifle, he approached it cautiously. Before he could even yank it to see what it was though, he helped as you suddenly jumped from the bush with a loud growl, causing him to fire his rifle on instinct, but you managed to shove it out of his hands just in time before the bullet could hit you. He was caught completely off guard as he fought back, but was shocked at how strong you were

“FUCK!”

He yelled before managing to shove you off, causing you to drag against the dirt. He retrieved his rifle and pointed it at you as he got back up, cocking it in the process

“Ya messed around and found out—“

But paused when you managed to push yourself up a bit and lift your face. That’s when you really took him in; your look was ferocious, you were covered in scars and dirt from head to toe, and were wearing nothing but an animal skin pelt that looked like it came from a deer. Despite your unnatural appearance (unlike a person), he took at good look at your face… and you were beautiful. His eyes widen a bit and his “assassin” look softened, causing him to lower the rifle a bit in shock when taking you in. He definitely noticed you were unnatural, like you were acting like an… animal? (Which is pretty obvious..)

“The hell…?”

Was all he managed to say until…

“Who— what.. are ya?”