blood hungry

K I A D A golden child, lion girl — tell me what it’s like to conquer. The last time she had traversed these woods, she was with Rixen and a strange woman, searching for these things called the Forest Walkers – these gangly, horrific looking creatures with black clouds that sprung from their lips. And the screaming. A shudder ran down her spine at the memory as she stood on the outskirts, where the trees weren’t quite as thick and she could look down throughout it to see the crashing waves beneath the cliffs. She was never truly afraid of heights, but something about this angle made her uncomfortable. How easy would it be for someone to sneak up on her and send her barreling over the edge? Sighing through her nose, she stepped away from the edge, far enough to prevent an untimely death. But there was movement from the corner of her eye. At first there was a flash of black and white and her heart settled, thinking perhaps it was just Khairi back from wherever he was hunting. But it grew closer, and larger and her heart began thumping hard against her ribs. Her muscles dug in tight, ready to spring as she noticed it was a large hybrid running toward her without the usual curious grace most others did. No, this felt bad and dark. As he ran toward her, Kiada dug her legs into the ground, his head lowering to try and puncture her flank. Her brows furrow together, but nonetheless, she springs – swift, but as swift as a draft can truly be – before making her way toward the forests edge. In her surprise, her flames ignited across her back, wolves of fury prowling along her spine as she stalks her opponent, a man she’d never seen before nor ever even heard of – but he doesn’t look like he’s from the Rift. And curiosity grows in her mind as she faces him, gritting her teeth against one another as she gathers her strength to try and charge into him too. “Punda.” She hisses through clenched teeth as she aims her spiraled horn toward his own chest, aiming for the side that faced her the last she saw him, realizing that she probably couldn’t get to the sensitive underside of his wings. As she nears, she pushes more magic into her flames, hoping that perhaps if her horns miss, the lick of flame won’t. For the life of her, she can't figure out why he chose her to attack, and why it matters so much to not even introduce himself and ask her to spar with him. Instead, it seems he's out for blood, and the child of a warrior and a thief is happy to oblige. Punda - Asshole fearless child, broken girl — tell me what it’s like to burn.

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word count: 448
move: 1/3
summary: she dodges his initial attack and regroups herself before charging at his chest with her fire magic on her back in display! Her magic is; Defensive: Ability to raise animal-shaped fire plumes along spine; shapes are dependent on emotion.

@Ferro