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HP = 43, PP = 64, EP = 41, Status = Grappled
Nala grumbled quietly to herself as she stared boredly into her crackling campfire, the flames only staying alive because she kept relighting them every ten minutes when the accursed dampness of the surrounding jungle made them sputter out. Her family had lived much farther to the East, where the air wasn't quite so humid and the trees didn't press in on one another, stunting their growth. Her feet ached since she'd been traveling all day, every day for the past week, and her sparse meal had done little to assuage her hunger.
When she'd been kicked out of her home, she'd gone to Celesis, knowing that it was the city that supposedly welcomed all. Unfortunately, she hadn't counted on her parents using their connections with the Royal Family, and she'd been turned away from those legendarily welcoming stone walls with a refilled pack and a note form her mother telling her that she'd be allowed back once she learned some discipline and proper etiquette. All because she'd been caught on top of a visiting dignitary in one of the cloisters closets. That time, she hadn't even been the one that had made the proposition! He'd spied on her bathing, and when she'd spotted him staring at her from the bushes and confronted him, one thing had led to another..... Regardless, her mother had finally had enough of her antics, and sent her away. She'd mentioned an academy somewhere in the far North that she was supposed to go to, but Nala wasn't entirely sure where it was supposed to be or how to get there, so she'd simply started going West, figuring that she'd find some village to stay in and amuse herself until her mother calmed down and invited her back home.
Her small camp was only about ten feet across, so she hadn't bothered with her tent, which was still stored in her pack which sat a few feat from her. The tiny clearing had been the first she'd found among the dense undergrowth of the Pfithirian Jungle that day, and since night had been coming quickly she'd decided to rest there for a while. Normally, she might not have minded wandering the woods at night, but this place was renowned for its deadly perils, so she had erred on the side of caution just this once. She was sitting on her sleeping mat, which was on the ground since the campsite hadn't offered any good places for her to string her hammock. She was about to try and drift off to sleep as the fire slowly died in front of her again when she thought she heard a noise from behind her in the jungle.
(Perception: And your first check, along with the first official check of DG2 is....... Enemy wins.)
She glanced over the woods, but found nothing amiss. She laid down on her mat, her eyes growing heavy as the light in front of her dimmed, and the sounds of the jungle competed with the crackling of the flame for the most soothing sound.
The only warning she got of what was to come was a quiet slithering among the short grasses that surrounded her camp, barely audible but enough to get her to open one of her eyes. Not spotting anything, Nala is about to continue trying to sleep despite the ever-present dampness when something thick and fibrous suddenly wrapped around her torso, restricting her arms! Nala awoke quickly at that, as whatever it was started trying to wrap itself further around her body.