[W]isker

"Oh boy." Thea's voice seemed to have more of a spark in it, as she approached the feral creature carefully with a smile slowly growing on her face, not even affected by the dead NPC on the floor, nor the puddle of blood that was slowly beginning to stain her paws, and she continued, "You an Ascendent, mister? Or a trespasser? Wait, how'd you even get in? Either way," She paused, tilting her head with a bright grin, "You won that fight. I like you!"

Murder was something that didn't faze the Arabian leopard. Maybe that made her just as much of a monster that those who committed it for fun were, but it was the cycle of life. You lived, you died.

And for her, that just made the challenge that more exciting. Without waiting for an answer, maybe it was the scent of blood, of that NPC's final moments trembling in fear, but she closed her eyes, teleporting above the wolf in an and aiming to land on his back in attempt to surprise him. "Sorry, though. Since everybody here isn't okay with killing. Especially a fellow Ascendent." Those words were empty, no emotion besides cheerfulness behind them.

Template by Quill

He didn't like blood, hated murder, despised gore. All that. Surely he seemed out of place with those sentiments, at least in the sense of being a wild animal who needed to kill in order to survive, hunting counted as bloodshed, yeah? At the very least, he wasn't in a group that depended on constant fighting and the kill or be killed mentality. Honestly though, he really should have outgrown that sentiment by now, it was too cruel of a reality out there to be a weakling. And apparently that sentiment had followed him into the walls of the Observatory, not even this suffocating space was safe.

Alex almost gagged when the strong sent of blood and gore clogged up his sense of smell, pushing him a few steps back from where he was in the corridors, he would have run for help had he not heard Thea's voice. Something about the scent of blood and Thea's presence simultaneously raised concern within him, although he was more worried about Thea causing bloodshed rather than bleeding out.

"Thea, what's with the-" He stopped mid-sentence, skirting around the corner and coming face to face with the original cause of the problematic scent, and of course, Thea already engaging in combat. Granted, she could hold her own in this one, despite the size of the vicious and unfamiliar feral lupine. Alex, however, could not, and just as well could have been the poor creature that made up the first meal. "Be careful!" That was a scary girl, and a scarier creature. This felt like a fever dream.