there's been trials and tribulations

Cocheta had been watching the scene from afar. She was feverish, golden tears leaking down her face. She was terrified of showing herself. Her one good eye darted around madly, it was bloodshot and frenzied. She looked insane. She looked terrifying. She stood with her lower jaw hanging slightly open. No words would flow out of her maw, the Rift had seen to that.

She paced pack and forth, her slender pink legs quivering like an a starved animal in a cage, her single functioning eye was locked on to one thing.
The sweet, metallic stench hung thick in the air.

Fresh corpse.

It was a very recently dead Pistris. She had saw it die with her own eyes. She had been wandering panicked about the region. She had wandered much over a vast area, desperately seeking what lay just beyond her reach. If only they would leave. Her hot brain sung to her. Her mind was working overdrive after the loss of her voice. She was a beast built to sing and laugh and speak. She was losing it.

All she needed was one glimmering claw from a fin of the ugly, mutilated beast. Then she could move on to the second challenge to get her voice back. She needed it back. She was ready to kill for it.

ooc; I have a trial I need to complete that requires a pistris claw! I would like to have the pistris claw, one way or another. She's ready to fight for it if need be!

Any and all violence and force can be used on Cocheta, as long as it doesn't cripple or kill her!~