Thalassa
The molten tiger looks entirely too human when its blue eyes roll, trying not to be too disappointed in the fyrhund for missing. She shouldn't have expected anything better from the novice hunter, no matter what the woman may have reassured to the contrary. If she wants something done right, she has to do it herself.
Thal flicks her tail, sharp and irritated as she shifts back. It's easier to see the annoyance on her face when she looks to the woman, dark eyebrow raised. "Fangs and talons are great, but sometimes good old fashion fire hits harder." Light blooms into existence, coiling from her fingertips and towards the ROUS, searing its hide in a nasty sizzle that smells of singed fur and toxic air.
ROUS HP: 371.5/694
Thal flicks her tail, sharp and irritated as she shifts back. It's easier to see the annoyance on her face when she looks to the woman, dark eyebrow raised. "Fangs and talons are great, but sometimes good old fashion fire hits harder." Light blooms into existence, coiling from her fingertips and towards the ROUS, searing its hide in a nasty sizzle that smells of singed fur and toxic air.
ROUS HP: 371.5/694
I'm in love with my future
