haphazard scars like stitches // JOINING

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[color=white] the fox gave a surprised noise, allowing itself to be forcibly moved, letting the wolf's rage wash over it. it stood off a way, chittering to itself, tapping its lithe paws. it's head swing to the tigress with clearly bad intent, growling as it switched its attention back to the main prey.

kade hunkered down, shoulders moving up and down as she coiled for the leap, her muscles outlined by her fur, an odd mass of scars cutting through her fur, made in the shape of the stripes painting her body. spitting out the blood she leapt, a gleam caught between her teeth as she slid across the ground easily. reaching the demon in short strides she attacked it, two different shades of darkness enveloping them, hers the lighter, grey one.

she didn't so much as speak at this time but rather hummed a song, one that enraged the fox, considering how violent its attacks became. fresh wounds opened on her hide, tufts of fur flying. she made no sound as she went about her duty, bearing injury in a dignified attitude.

pinning the lithe body under one paw she finally spoke, voice carrying the weight of time as ancient german dialects flowed off her tongue as smoothly as honey on water. a light filled her eyes, crossing over the iris and sclera. from the lithe fox writhed a long dark serpent made of black roiling mist before it wound around the tigress' foreleg and disappeared with a pop like wood swallowed by fire.

standing up she sighed as the body disappeared, her fur rippling the hues of a fox momentarily before resuming its tiger stripes. she glanced up at runicflare, "believe me now? I don't have much of a voice anymore, sorry. I'm a cultivator or demon hunter. you're a mage, you should have understood my words a moment ago. I am affiliated with a demon general and my work has sent me in this direction to reclaim my other body that the sprite had stolen. my name is ariside laneces, but I'd prefer it if you called me by my common name, kade. before you jump to conclusions, no, I don't hate mages, if anything I wish I could be one but my magick would be corrupted. I use the magick of the earth in my larger spells, letting only the pure pieces return. my body acts as a filter in that sense. I have not much time with this voice, as I use its energy for my injuries." she spoke severely and quickly, voice fading and the rasp returning as speaking pained her.