Katsuyuki sat alone near her small fire; as it cast shadows all along the trees. Sitting alone was not unusual, especially when you were like her. She was part drow, a race of elves, almost exactly the opposite of normal elves. While normal elves prize life, drow kill for fun. Katsuyuki hated what she was, being half drow, and half elf. Sometimes, she wished it would end, even went as far as wishing she was a human. Hell! Sometimes she wished she was a Gully Dwarf (From Dragonlance, we play with them in my D&D) at least Gully dwarves had some sort of friends.

Sighing, she stared at her fire and began to set out her bed roll. Finishing that, she took of her leather armor, and changed into a loose shirt she had 'borrowed' from a drying line. She smirked, the moons shown down on her grayish skin. 'Maybe tomorrow will bring more acceptation.' She thought hopefully, though, deep down, she knew, it wouldn't.