haphazard scars like stitches // JOINING

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[color=white] startling against the unwarranted attack, the cultivator stumbled upright, rising onto her back paws before crashing down to all-fours with an exclaimed air of surprise, more a sense of emotion than words. her senses coming back to her she looked around herself immediately, already feeling the effects of the net and runes digging into her soul and draining her of energy. she had stepped back into the energy circle, the runes pulsating with a dark ichor colour as she placed, agitated.

finally mustering enough annoyance and strength she announced in a voice haggard thick with disuse and distrust, "Traveling-g through. R-relax ... not meant to ... hurt. Trap demons-s, not good s-souls. she rasped, her paw tapping against her throat where her thick fur hid a horrible scar. she knew how to speak and write, yet her injury prevented her from more twisting words. straining her voice often brought the injury to open again. she watched runicflare from her circle, a step from the soul-binding net herself. her eyes moved around the foliage behind the fire wolf before her, ears swiveling as she listened intently, set on guard by what she couldn't hear. there was no birdsong that reached her ears, only her own heartbeat.