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Character of the Season
Frail in body but dangerously quick of mind, Nikandr is the sort of character who proves that curiosity can be just as perilous as any weapon. A necromancer, inventor, and problem-solver with more ambition than self-preservation, Niki approaches the world like a puzzle box begging to be opened, even when what’s inside has teeth. Blunt, dry-witted, fiercely independent, and carrying a history best left partially buried, he has a knack for making even failure feel fascinating. Whether he’s raising the dead, moving across Caido to King's End, or experiencing a hangover for the first time, Nikandr brings a wonderfully strange spark to Caido, and we can’t wait to see what trouble his brilliant mind wanders into next.
Congratulations, Niki!
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I had a vision last night Horses on the granite plains That sound of freedom stampeding Why can't I feel the same?
She's just finished adjusting the last saddle on one of the horses when dawn seems to break into full splendor. It draws her gaze up, head tilting back past her hat so she can see the stretch of gold peel over the hills and slopes. "Gonna be hot," she murmurs to Hank, who laughs some agreement, because yeah, it's already been hot. The lack of clouds already suggests today might be extra sweltering though.
"Howdy!" she turns to greet the arriving help, having put out a notice for the cattle drive and offering up some payment and steaks as take away at the end of the couple day journey. The mud took so much time from them last season that they're behind, so she needs most of her hands staying back here, and there's things they need to prep for when they bring all the cattle back.
"Go ahead and pick your horse," she tells them, listing out their names. Each horse comes with a bedroll tucked behind the saddle and some saddlebags full of snacks and canteens of water. The few hands she is bringing with her will also be ponying some horses loaded with supplies, as they'll need to make camp a few times.
The available horses are as follows:
Shrimp: a large, red roan gelding, muscled slowpoke and softie. Will try to graze at every opportunity and pull on your hands to do it.
Donut: a medium, bay mare, quick and nervous. Will overrespond to cues and get frustrated by new riders sending mixed messages.
Sausages: a tall, chestnut mare, comfortable and lazy. Will be an enjoyable ride but require a lot of leg work to keep her going.
Custard: a small, palomino gelding, energetic and attached to donut. Will often try to go faster than is desired and require some holding back.
Taco: a medium, paint mare, bitchy and surefooted. Will try to lways be in the lead and prone to biting the cows, but she knows her way so stay out of it.
Welcome to the cattle drive/branding PQ+. This must be completed by February 3rd.
Please post your character arriving, what they’re bringing, and select your mount!
I've been sipping on a poison Even on the days I taste it Run into the same wall All because I just can't face it
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
Marcus hadn't ever spent much time in King's End, but when he arrived on an errand for Halo and saw the notice for help, the Olson blood in him couldn't help but show up to the ranch. Generally amiable in his demeanor, today wasn't any different for the young Halovian. He strode right up to the ranchers, and immediately stuck his hand out. "Marcus Olson," he introduced himself, a small smile emphasizing the kind spark in his cerulean eyes. Once he shook hands with the strangers, one of them he assumed was the owner of the ranch but he couldn't tell which one it was, he used the back of his arm to wipe his forehead. Being from HAlo he wasn't used to much heat, let alone this oppressive heat that made his pants cling to his thighs even before the height of the day.
Turning, Marcus followed the gesture towards the horses. Having grown up using Vi'dore as a mount, and having just gathered luxere on the tundra, he wasn't afraid of time in the saddle nor of riding in general. He took a moment to inspect each of them. He wasn't scientific about it, and the one that caught his attention reminded him of Deimos' companion. The paint shared the same expression as the roaned unicorn, and for some reason that drew Marcus in.
If you live your life slowly, you live only half life;
In her usual flourish of contagious sparkles and boundless energy, Nova skips her way down the path to Colt's ranch. Vesper had said things ended badly - that he'd intentionally been mean when he broke things off with the rancher - but Nova isn't sure what that means for her relationship with the woman. It's not like she should avoid her when she'd had nothing to do with the separation, although she's not sure she should be friendly either.
But the call for help seems fun and innocent enough, a chance to stretch her legs and ride some horses before the next rodeo. After all, she's gotten plenty more practice with Vesper, but there's no guarantee they'll be paired again. In fact, she doesn't know if her brother will participate at all given the circumstances. It only seems right that she gets a feel for Colt's mental state and maybe do a little bit of snooping for Vesper.
So, dressed in her bedazzled cowgirl hat and tasseled pink jacket with rhinestones and heart cutouts, the young blonde bursts into the gathering crew like a confetti popper being set off.
"Howdy!" She giggles at the word, bouncing and skirting around to greet each person with a beaming, infectious smile. Waving to Colt like nothing's changed, she turns to the kind eyed young man introducing himself. "Nice to greet you, Marcus! I'm Nova!" Rocking forward on her feet, she clasps his hand with both of hers, blonde and blue curls peeking out from under her sparkling hat. With a wink and a spin that sends tassels flaring, she inspects the mounts.
Unlike Marcus, Nova doesn't spend much time thinking on her choice. She knows immediately which steed will be her new best friend, gravitating towards like energy in the golden horse snorting impatiently. Her hand goes to its muscled neck, grinning as she leans closer. "Look! Our hair matches!"
Nova arrives with a glittery attitude and everything on her profile. She picks Custard! <3
Nova
if you live your life fast, you live five lives or ten lives or fifteen lives!
I had a vision last night Horses on the granite plains That sound of freedom stampeding Why can't I feel the same?
Her hands takes Marcus ' firm and sure, dipping a nod towards him. "Colt Winchester, owner here," she offers, whether it's needed or not, she'd rather him not be bumbling about uncertain. To Nova , her attention turns with a lift of surprise, and for a moment she's stunned with her hand held up in a frozen wave. She knows that his family is still here, has made a point of avoiding them in fact, especially after the spectacle with the Ark, but she assumed they'd be doing much the same, not offering to help her out, least of all any time soon. Maybe she's the only one reeling from this heartache, and Vesper hasn't even bothered to mention it to them. Maybe, she'd been so insignificant to him and this family, that she's just a rancher first and foremost, and not Colt, Vesper's....what? What is she, anyway?
Pinching the bridge of her nose with a certain impatience at these thoughts sprouting up now, she forces them down with a swallow and a plastered on smile. It tugs into place smooth enough, practice making perfect, especially when it comes to pretend. "Hey, Nova." Not so raw as the last time she saw the sparkling girl in the desert last season, looking at her doesn't immediately make Colt want to stay underwater, but she hopes it won't keep brushing against a wound she's trying to keep from freely bleeding. She'd thought a good ol' cattle drive would get her in higher spirits again, now she's less sure.
As they each select their mounts, Colt gives a run down on riding and their horse's quirks. Hank takes Shrimp and ponies Beans with supplies, Jesse takes Donut and ponies Applesauce with supplies, and Mikey takes Sausages and ponies Chocolate with supplies. Colt meanwhile mounts up on Biscuit, the buckskin mare.
"Alright, the pasture to collect the cattle is a few days out, so we'll ride until dusk and then break for camp. You've got supplies on your horse to last you until then. Move out!" Some dogs join their herd, trotting alongside the fan and trail of horses and people. The ground is a mixture of grass, dirt, mud, and rocks, with many slopes and naturally running streams and ponds dotted throughout.
Mount up and ride out!
Marcus will need to open the first gate into the pastures since his mare took the lead spot, and she'll not be pleased to wait for everyone to pass through as he'll also close it behind them. She'll rush to catch up.
Nova will cause a ruckus when Custard tries to squeeze in between Donut and Applesauce
I've been sipping on a poison Even on the days I taste it Run into the same wall All because I just can't face it
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
If you live your life slowly, you live only half life;
Colt's muted response doesn't go unnoticed, but Nova's also not very good at reading into people. It falls like a leaf into a rippling pond, to be investigated later when it clogs the water bank with a hundred other damp leaves. For now, she flashes her smile and moves to mount Custard.
Although she's not an abundantly experienced rider, her confidence and athleticism make the action look easy, pink tassels and blonde hair fluttering as she lifts herself into the saddle. Another giggle flows freely from her lips, blue eyes glittering to take in the world from her new height. She barely waits for the others before attempting to set off, wanting to explore. But she's quickly tangled in a mess when her eyes are scanning beyond the ground in front of her.
Custard bumps and presses against Donut, jostling Nova in the saddle and drawing her attention back. There are lines and minimal space corded between the two horses now at her sides, presenting quite the problem when the ropes threaten to wrap around them like the world's largest yarn ball. Completely unfazed by the possibility, Nova leans forward to pat the palomino on the neck, voice chiming in a singing tune. "Awwww!Custa~rd! Is this your girlfriend?!" Inspecting the mare, she smiles and gives Custard an approving rub. "She's very pretty."
Her eyes turn to Jesse, playfully teasing as she whispers (loudly), "Maybe he's jealous."
Nova suggests that Custard might be jealous of Donut being so close to Applesauce.
Nova
if you live your life fast, you live five lives or ten lives or fifteen lives!
It was like a whirlwind meeting the two women. They were so different and meeting them in such short succession nearly gave the young hybrid whiplash. Nova was all sparkle and motion and color, like she’d ridden straight out of a festival and onto the range. Marcus thought thhe pinks and rhinestones should’ve felt out of place, but somehow they didn’t. They suited her energy. Colt, by contrast, moved with a quiet efficiency that Marcus respected instantly. No wasted words, no fuss—just a woman who knew the land, the animals, and the work that needed doing, and did it.
As they rode out, sweat traced slow paths down his spine, darkening his shirt, and he knew Taco felt it too, with her skin twitching beneath him, impatience coiled tight in her shoulders. The paint danced beneath him with a smooth but quick prancing trot, and despite how Marcus tried to maneuver her around to be in the middle the paint stuck her nose out and resisted the bit, carrying them promptly to the front.
When the first gate came into view, and the other hands prompted him, Marcus didn't hesitate. He swung down as soon as they reached it, boots hitting the dirt with a dull thud, and pushed the gate open wide. Taco tossed her head, snorted, sidestepped, ears flicking back toward him annoyed. His mouth was a tight line as his hand slid along her neck in a brief, grounding stroke before stepping aside to let the others pass through. Taco snorted and tossed her head. Yep, she was Zuriel.
As soon as the last rider cleared, Marcus hauled the gate shut and latched it fast. Taco was already surging forward the moment he swung back into the saddle, launching into a brisk trot that jackhammered him agains the saddle without his other foot in the stirrup to keep his balance.
I had a vision last night Horses on the granite plains That sound of freedom stampeding Why can't I feel the same?
Custard might like Donut, but the feeling may not be mutual based on the response from the bay mare, which admittedly might have less to do with Custard's presence and more about his chafing approach between the lady at work and the ward attached to her (Applesauce). Donut's tail swishes in irritated response, head rising with pinned ears, though since Nova isn't trying to stop the situation, Custard happily persists. Jesse's voice lifts, griping back at Nova about controlling her horse, meanwhile his starts to dissolve as Donut's warnings increase. This, in turn, causes Applesauce to grow worried, taking offense to the communication being passed in such close quarters, and as Jesse fights not to get yanked off Donut, his spur catches her side and sends the mare into a bucking fit that tosses him off her back in a blink.
It's only when Jesse shouts that Colt's aware of the chaos, twisting back in the saddle just in time to see Jesse dusting himself off and grabbing for his hat. Applesauce, to her credit, stands stock still and blinks, so Jesse can grab her, but Donut has taken off. Colt urges Biscuit on to catch up with the bay and catch her by the rein to bring her back around to the party. This, of course, also excited Custard.
Meanwhile, Marcus fairs rather well with Taco given the gate situation, though the mare has opinions on everyone stopping to deal with Donut's situation. "Anyone able to heal Jesse?" Colt asks when she trots up to return the runaway steed. Not in too bad of shape, Jesse has scraped his knees through his jeans with his landing, and that's a sore place to have injured so early on. If no one can help him, he can grit and bear it, but he'll be loudly complaining the whole time. "Try to keep your mounts polite," she advises everyone, "we still got miles to go!"
The rest of their venture involves another gate for Taco and Marcus, and Jesse is doing his best to play keep away from Custard, but they make decent distance by the time the sky starts to turn pink and orange for the day. "Camping here!" Colt announces, finding a relatively flat portion of ground. Mikey and Hank begin to unload supplies and set up tents, while Jesse and Colt manage the horses. "Nova, think you can rustle up some fresh food? I saw some blink hare burrows just over thataway." Colt motions towards the east. Though they have food enough, nothing beats some freshly cooked meat.
Continue riding and then help set up camp and settle in for the night.
Marcus can heal Jesse's wounds from being bucked off Nova can hunt blink hares for dinner
I've been sipping on a poison Even on the days I taste it Run into the same wall All because I just can't face it
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
If you live your life slowly, you live only half life;
Her guesses at a budding romance between the horses is either wildly off the mark or spot on, after all, the line between affection and annoyance is pretty thin. However, the mare and rider alike appear to be quite displeased with their presence, and Nova doesn't appreciate the tone Jesse uses. She has half a mind to tell him off when he's suddenly falling to the ground. Let it be known that Nova could have helped cushion his blow if she wanted to - or if she'd been looking.
Regardless, the man ends up hitting the dry earth in a cloud of dust, Donut bolting for Colt to chase down. Custard huffs a breath, moving to follow after them in a jerking motion that has a breathless laugh forming. "Woah," Nova calms with a sympathetic pat on the neck and a discouraging shake of her head. "Not worth it. Relationships are overrated."
Once they get settled back into a respectable formation, Nova straightens pridefully in her saddle, working just as hard as Jesse to stay away - even lobbing a few annoyed glares his way.
Her legs are grateful when they finally stop for the night, and more than a little relieved at the chance to stretch them in her feline form. Hopping from Custard's back, she brightens like the stars have appeared. "You got it!" With a skip and a giggle, skin and tassels give way to black and rainbow fur as she rushes to find the holes and the delicious food they hide.
Nova hunts blink hares in her Tide Jaguar shift.
Nova
if you live your life fast, you live five lives or ten lives or fifteen lives!
The chaos rippled back through the line faster than Marcus expected Taco’s ears pinned, her stride hitching as she tossed her head, clearly unimpressed by the sudden stop. Marcus steadied her on instinct, thighs tightening, hand low on the reins. He murmured a gentle "easy" more to himself than to her.
He’d just swung back fully into the saddle when Jesse went down, dust blooming around him like a bad omen. Marcus’ stomach clenched. When Colt asked about healing, he didn’t hesitate. "I can," Marcus called out, already sliding down again for the next gate. The heat had him moving slower now, sweat stinging his eyes, but purpose cut through the fatigue clean and sharp.
As Jesse approached and Marcus inspected his injuries, he gave the man a nod. Magic bloomed in his palms, a soft golden glow seeping through callused fingers as he pressed them gently near Jesse’s knees. The magic worked like a slow exhale, energy moving from one place to another as Evie had told him years ago. Marcus swallowed, focus narrowing until the world shrank to breath and pulse and light.
When he pulled back, he wiped the back of his hand across his brow to catch his sweat. "Should be a lot less sore," he offered Jesse with a small, apologetic smile. "Still gonna feel it tomorrow, though." He moutned back up, with some difficulty due to his impatient steed, and then kept pace with everyone to camp. Once there, he worked to settle in with the rest of them. Then, once everything was settling in nicely and Nova bounded off in jaguar form, Marcus offered to Jesse: "I can fix that hole in your pants, too."
Marcus helps with the gate, heals Jesse, and offers to fix his pants!
Healing (Abandoned/Hybrid): Heals minor wounds at basic level.
Type: Light | Rank: Basic | Cost: Action
I had a vision last night Horses on the granite plains That sound of freedom stampeding Why can't I feel the same?
With the horses untacked and watered in the nearby pond, Colt and Jesse ensure they're properly secured on the highlines, the tall ropes strung between select trees and the horses tied to it allowing some free movement, grazing, and laying in a set area so none wander off. Horses are paired if they get along, and that does include Donut and Custard now that they're doing so on their own terms and without spurs or Applesauce in the mix. Hank and Mikey meanwhile have set up everyone's sleeping tents, started a fire, and begun to cook beans.
As Nova returns with some fresh blink hares, Mikey readily takes them, prepping them in short order and roasting them over the fire to serve up as the main meal with the side of beans, savory and filling. The hybrid is applauded for her efforts, shifters rather rare at Deadiron and everyone else better equipped for catching horns than meals. Jesse is more than happy to take Marcus up on his offer, clearly fussing over the tear he earned now that they're all sitting fireside and he can appreciate the damage done. It's a long, hot day they survived, but the dusk carries on with high spirits and laughter, everyone giving each other just enough shit to be funny, Jesse getting the worst of it tonigh, but that drags up older stories that they rib each other with as bellies get full and bones ease. The evening begins to wink out into violet and stars creep forth, which is Colt's cue to shelter away. "Don't stay up too late, we're up at first light," she announces with a stretch, before rounding on Hank. "And don't rile anyone up with your ghost stories! Everyone needs pleasant dreams to combat their bruised asses." Colt retreats into her tent and curls into her bedroll, the fabric keeping the stars at bay. She lays for a while, half listening as she tries to unwind her thoughts, not entirely sure when sleep takes her, but it does.
- - -
She awakens with the sun, a clockwork born of years of practice, though Mikey has beat her to it and already has a new fire going with warm coffee and sausages available. Fighting back a yawn, Colt grabs both, chewing on them as she breaks down her sleeping area and claps to wake up the rest of camp. "Rise and shine wranglers! We got us a fresh new day and nothing but the finest of King's End to ride through. Get your fuel, help put shit away, and mount up pardners, we ride before we lose all the gold."
The hands and her help where needed, flowing with familiarity as things are stowed and horses are tacked up, the day waiting and willing.
Eat, tell stories if you like, and sleep! Then break camp in the morning, get breakfast, and mount up for a new day.
Marcus could use his integration magic to repair Jesse's jeans Nova could shift into a dreambird and help everyone get good sleep
I've been sipping on a poison Even on the days I taste it Run into the same wall All because I just can't face it
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
If you live your life slowly, you live only half life;
She trots proudly up, her muzzle a little too bloody for the bundle of hares she brings. Can anyone blame her though? She was hungry, and when the food is literally sitting in her mouth... Well, the group can do with one less rabbit.
Depositing the bundle for Mikey to deal with, Nova shifts back, soaking in the praise with preening giggles and a flourish of sparkles that flow through the group easily. She offers winks, laughter, and shoulder bumps freely as she mingles, sharing in the teasing mood and cozy stories. Her own tales ramble, dramatized by fashion thieves and abhorrent outfits that are eventually saved by her own power and brilliance.
It's only when Colt calls for sleep that Nova pauses in her stories, instead fixating on the pointed warning Hank had received. "Ooh ooh! You have to tell one! I'll scare away the bad dreams tonight!" And whether he chooses to indulge her or not, she perches in her colorful bird shift, six wings tucked close as she shares in the pleasant dreams flowing from her.
Unfortunately, when morning came, a few people would find themselves exempt from the protection, possibly even having experienced a darker hue of dreams. She knew Vesper wouldn't blame her for being here, but she wasn't sure she could say he'd be as understanding if she had blessed the rancher such a comfortable night's rest after everything. Plus, she thought Jesses deserved a little extra discomfort to teach him a lesson.
Quite proud of her decision, Nova skips to find Custard, finding ways to dress up the saddle before they get on the trail, humming a bright tune all the while.
Nova shifts into her Dreambird shift to give everyone good dreams (except Jesse and Colt), then decorates her saddle for a day of riding!
Nova
if you live your life fast, you live five lives or ten lives or fifteen lives!
By the time the fire settled into a steady, comforting crackle, Marcus found himself toofar away from it to appreciate the heat he normally would have. In Halo, fire was life, but this Longheat in King's End was starting to melt him entirely. Despite it, he was still ready and willing to help. Once Jesse settled, Marcus asked if he was ready and told the ranchhand he'd have to touch him to get the fabric right again. Once the agreement and understanding came, the young Halovian worked his magic. Setting his hands over the ragged hole in the man’s pants, the magic he reached for was different than the warmth of healing. He felt for the idea of the cloth, the way the fibers had once known each other, and gently urged them back together. Threads knit, edges pulled flush, the tear closing as though it had never been there. "Good as new," Marcus said.
The night unfolded easier after that. His laughter came easy, and Marcus contributed where he could and listened more than he spoke. The night dwindled and stars shwon bright and Marcus eventually found his way to a tent. His sleep came in fits despite Nova's help. The ground was too hard, the heat slow to bleed from the earth, and the horses' occasional snorts tugged him half-awake more than once. Still, he felt rested enough when the sound of otehrs stirring in the camp finally brought the sign of dawn.
He came out of his tent rubbing sleep from his eyes with his beddrol tucked under one arm. Coffee helped. So did the familiar motions of breaking camp, even if it was on the grass instead of the frozen tundra. He offered Taco a quiet greeting as he brushed her down, palm lingering at her shoulder.
Another long day waited ahead, but Marcus mounted with a steady breath, ready to ride it out with them.
Marcus: helps Jesse with his pants, has a great time around the fire, sleeps, and awakes reaady for the next leg!
Magic: Integration | Can restore or solidify fragmented or broken people-created solid matter of small-to medium-sized objects within 5ft
Type: Light | Rank: Basic | Cost: (None)
I had a vision last night Horses on the granite plains That sound of freedom stampeding Why can't I feel the same?
The unsettling night she'd had is not her first, and whether that's proof that Nova has visited her more than once as a dreambird or just the reality of heartache is hard to say. It's why Colt grabs extra coffee before mounting up on Biscuit, double checking the camp is cleared before everyone heads out.
A few cowboy songs lead their travel this day, Hank happily teaching them to everyone. Marcus and Taco will have some gates and leadership to continue to contend with, just as Nova will need to remind Custard that no, Donut and Jesse don't appreciate having his nose thrust upon them while riding. This day unfolds with fewer events than the prior, though some weariness will seep in, muscles that've already gone tender making themselves known.
Sunset peeks in at the end of their long and hot day. As beautiful as it had been and as bountiful in idle chatter, it's still work, and the Longheat day is still cruel. "Not much further come tomorrow, but we're stopping here tonight. Same as yesterday," Colt calls out, jumping out of the saddle and alongside Jesse gathering up the horses to prep them for the evening. Hank and Mikey proceed with camp prep, unrolling tents and starting a cooking fire, corn for tonight's side. Mikey asks Nova to pretty please get them fresh food again, and points to some cloud wyrms he can see coming in for a drink from the nearby stream. Hank meanwhile, about has a heart attack over finding a snake while setting up camp, and though Mikey steps in to behead it to keep them all safe this night, the other cowpoke is jumpier than a jack rabbit in a wolf's den. Colt notices when she arrives to help finish set up, but her words of reassurance go unheeded. Hank is certain there's a nest and they're all gonna get bit.
Another day of riding down, help prep camp and settle in for the night!
Marcus has another gate to get through and could ease Hank's emotions at camp Nova needs to mind Custard and Donus still and at camp could hunt cloud wyrms for dinner!
I've been sipping on a poison Even on the days I taste it Run into the same wall All because I just can't face it
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
If you live your life slowly, you live only half life;
She hops into the saddle, keeping her humming tune going for most of the day. It follows her and Custard as they weave through the group. Whenever the palomino attempts to harass Donut, Nova guides him somewhere else, pointing out the pretty flowers along their trail or rambling on about the birds gliding overhead. She even throws out some magic, beautiful illusions glimmering in the air around them.
By the time they settle for the night, she feels properly bonded with the gelding, chatting freely about anything that comes to mind, even assisting in pulling the tackle from his back. The affection and overall enjoyment lingers as she leaves him for the night, immediately energized by Mikey's request for fresh meat.
Offering a playful salute, she bounces backwards towards the stream. "You can count it!" In a ripple of color, the tide jaguar bounds off, only slowing to avoid scaring them off when she gets close. She pulls out all the skills Sah taught her years ago, letting her natural predatory instincts draw her close enough to pounce. And if any of them threaten to get away, she'll quickly shift, snapping magic through the air to finish of her prey.
Nova shows Custard that there's more to life than Donut, then hunts the cloudwyrms for dinner!
Nova
if you live your life fast, you live five lives or ten lives or fifteen lives!
