Weakness never sat well with the witch; other people abused any power and that came into their clutches, as though the world needed blood to grease its wheels. Vale saw that firsthand as a human. Becoming an animal only served to reinforce the observation. The strong ate the weak — tigers and jaguars needed meat, making what once was a metaphor very literal. That scared her, not that Vale ever let anyone know what freaked her out.

But she couldn’t deny to herself that fear claimed a dominant position in her mind. When she started rising early to practice stalking and taking down prey, Vale hadn’t been blind to her own emotions. But when the fear drove her to practice fighting for self defense, she felt something else stir behind all the restless feelings. Real power, not that fake shit that her stalker chased, coursed through her.

Fire burned within her — and outside of her. The witch hurled a literal fireball into the ocean, watching the bright flames whither and die after mere milliseconds airborn. She scowled, starring at the crashing waves meters below her paws. Perhaps practicing on a dangerous cliff face was a poor decision, but she only felt the fire burn when something stronger than the fear and anger pushed her forward.

Not adrenaline. Dispair, maybe? No. Growling in frustration, the jaguar’s nose flung burning embers with her huffy exhale. Go figure, the only power she got in this world was as wild as herself.

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