I am Panthira tis Kyniga, Panther of the Hunt, or Panthera de Venatu, depending on if you speak Greek, English, or Latin. I prefer using either my English or Greek name. I am 14, but that doesn't mean that I cause trouble.
My parents raised me and my twin in a cottage in the woods, where we would hunt for our dinner and live away from modern society. They taught me to read, write, and speak Greek, English, and Latin; although I have some issues with reading and writing in English and Latin because of my dyslexia.
Growing up in such an isolated way, I'm not used to interacting with other people. Nor am I used to being in the city. If we meet, please be patient with me. I may seem strange, but I promise I'm nice.
*member of the Truth and Games RPG*
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Panthira’s Partial Backstory
Panthira tis Kyniga (Panther of the Hunt) was the daughter of Kori tis Kyniga (Daughter of the Hunt) and Kynigos tis Eleftherias (Hunter of Freedom). Her parents gave themselves those names after moving away from their respective homes.
She grew up with her parents and twin brother, Drakon tis Kyniga (Dragon of the Hunt), in a cottage in the woods. There the twins were taught how to read, write, and speak three languages: Greek, English, and Latin. They were also taught the basics of math. The lesson that took up most of their time was archery and hunting.
On her sixth birthday, Kynigos gave Panthira a bow he had made special for her. Four months later, he was killed while protesting the cutting down of forests. Kori explained to the twins that the Fates had cut his life thread.
Though the family grieved for their loss, life continued as normal in their little cottage for a little while.
Six months after their tenth birthday, on the summer solstice, Kori was killed while hunting, leaving the twins on their own.
Drakon decided he wanted to look for their grandparents on their father’s side. All the twins knew about them was that they were strict and they lived somewhere in Calafornia, if they were still living. Panthira didn’t want to go with, as there was no promise they’d find a home there.
At 14 Panthira still mostly calls the forest her home. She misses her brother greatly, but has no way to contact him and find out how he’s doing.
Every now and then, mostly to sell the hides of animals she’s hunted, Panthira ventures into the city, though she never quite feels like she belongs.
