[Rose]

Larkfire
She/Her | The Wraith
Shadow Fiend, Beefed Up (T1), & Dreamwalker Purrk

A wilting flower. If there was any way to describe Larkfire in that moment, this was the most accurate. But her spine was rigid, her throat dry, the panic in her heart crushed down and suppressed to take care of at a later date. She turned only halfway to face the approaching predator, unwilling to put her back to such a dark pool of water that looked like it'd reach out and swallow her whole. Her lips peeled back in a silent sneer, hackles rising at the insult after insult.

She was ashamed to admit that every one of this cat's words hit home.

Jaw clenched, the Medicice Cat was unable to ignore the pit of helplessness that opened inside of her. She was cornered, easy prey to be picked up. Every one of her flight or fight instincts was screaming at her to flee, but in a forest such as this, where monsters ruled, there was nowhere for her to go. "What are you. Who are you?" Was all she managed finally, taking a step away from the - for lack of better words, disgusting - cat in front of her. How did he know what had happened? Where was she? Why was she here? Maybe she'd asked those questions out loud, maybe she hadn't. Who knew?

[ @BEAR. ]