Night

Welcome to the Jungle

Mosquitoes, and a host of different bloodsucking insects, whipped and buzzed around Remilus's face and any other part of his body that was exposed. He did his best to swat most of them away, but occasionally one of them would land and take as much of his blood as they wanted. But he wasn't to interested in the swarms. He was on the hunt. Even though Remilus wasn't a bounty hunter, mercenary, or assassin, he knew his way around a sword and other weapons. 

I guess having a dad who was a soldier does have it's advantages. Remilus though as he brushed aside a cluster of flowers. He was bitten almost immediately after by a rather large wasp.

Remilus winced in pain. From both the bite and the memory of his father. He didn't know full story, but all he knew was that he was killed during the war Felden had with the Necromancers. He couldn't remember his reaction, but it stung. According to his father, his mother died a few months after he was born due to an infection of some sorts. 

But he knew he owed his father his life. When The Nether took Felden, when Niika and Lucan worked with Nitsuke, and started the revolt that drove The Nether out of Felden. The skills he learned from his father helped him and his small group of warriors cut off The Nether's reinforcements.

which is also how Remilus was able to get his hands on some Netherite, and have it made into a sword. He reached back and drew his sword. It wasn't the most terrifying of weapons, but it served it's purpose. His sword was designed to puncture multiple types of armor and act as a survival kit. With the blade closest to the handle being the same width as a normal sword, with a razor sharp blade, it helped block and push his opponent's weapon away, the width of the blade then thickened and became heavier the farther it got away from the handle. This helped him generate more power in each swing, but wasn't to useful at blocking or stabbing, but that didn't bother him, his dad fought with an axe, so stabbing wasn't his strong suit, and he the thin part of the sword was there so he could block, and where the thin blade met with the thicker blade, was a sharp hook that went into the thicker blade, he would use this to hook his opponent's weapon and yank it out of their hands, then on the back of the blade was a saw that he could use to make fire wood.

Or saw through bone. Remilus thought to himself as he studied his weapon. 

It was then that he heard what sounded like wood hitting each other repeatedly. As Remilus moved towards the sound he could see two figures. When he finally reached a bush where he could see them clearer, he saw two kids both around the same age, practicing their skills with a wooded sword. they were both pretty evenly matched but the female was using a few tactics that one would use when street fighting. whilst the male was much more formal in his fighting style.

"I am going to beat you this time, Chase!" The female shouted.

"Just because you are five minutes older than me doesn't mean you will win every time, Zillia!" The one named Chase shouted back.

The female or as Chase called her, Zillia, has a brown hair, teal-green eyes, Felina ears the same color as her hair, like normal Felinas, and a cheerful personality. Chase on the other hand, has grey eyes that Remilus thought was blue at first, because the blue in his tunic reflected in his eyes. But what caught this attention the most was his reddish brown hair.

Could they be half Felina? Remilus thought. He ran his hands through his own dark brown hair. Like me?

They had to be, he knew that Felina females could be born with any color hair, so Zillia's brown hair didn't surprise him too much. But Felina males on the other hand were born with shades of grey, white, and silver, only males that were half Felina could have hair other then those colors. That's how he knew his mother was a human.