｢ become fierce or savage / joining ｣

[sybil.]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 55%; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]The metallic tang of blood wafted towards the panther, ripping her from the endless torrent of thoughts and whispers that flooded her ears. Blood was never a good sign, and despite feeling little loyalty towards this place, the warning signs of death and destruction allowed for a primordial fear to spark inside of her. Though no signs of distress appeared on her sharp features, she was inwardly nervous. Sybil could hold her own in battle, but bloodied scenes were never fun to stumble upon.

It took mere heartbeats for the wildcat to reach Tydeus and Pierce. Even against the obsidian of Tydeus' pelt, Sybil could make out the tell-tale signs of a struggle. Deep, dried crimson stained his pristine coat and the wounds on his legs were slick with blood. Instinctively, her lip curls back in disgust. It was a gruesome sight to behold, yet she stood her ground.

She allowed Pierce to speak on behalf of the both of them. Sybil did move forward, however: a silent offering of her services should it be needed by either of them.