[Training] striking resemblance

your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time

Melita raised her new, massive jawline upwards the moment the paws came flying; feeling the swipe of a claw across the bottom of her chin. Good. Whatever. It was worth the pain and some new scar, over the irritation, annoyance, and entitlement of the other woman.

The yowling indicated something, but the Attuned bond was either too foreign or simply didn’t work in her stealing of abilities. She backed off only a slight amount, loosening the largest and longest growl until it boomed and reverberated; the last warning she’d be giving. Maybe the youth would run. Maybe she’d stay and be mauled until Melita could shred her to ribbons; a vicious lesson learned.

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita