Amalia;
A snarl of frustration leaves her lips as her paw swipes nothing but illusion and air, but at least she has accomplished one thing. The false Ronin vanishes beneath her onslaught, and only the real one is left, chagrining toward her at breakneck speech and cackling as he does. Amalia gives a toothy grin, her ears dropping back in playful challenge as the guildmaster's laughter changes tone.
Upping her speed she continues the chase, watching as the man splits apart once more. This time Amalia is relatively certain she can tell which is which: as one Ronin runs toward her the leopardess leaps, her strong back legs pushing her up through the air and straight into the illusion's chest.
Mid-air the girl's body shifts, shrinking and swaying into avian form. On starlit wings she stalks her prey, following Ronin through the clearing, hoping to swoop down with tiny talons and grab at some part of his shirt. Tag, you're it.
Upping her speed she continues the chase, watching as the man splits apart once more. This time Amalia is relatively certain she can tell which is which: as one Ronin runs toward her the leopardess leaps, her strong back legs pushing her up through the air and straight into the illusion's chest.
Mid-air the girl's body shifts, shrinking and swaying into avian form. On starlit wings she stalks her prey, following Ronin through the clearing, hoping to swoop down with tiny talons and grab at some part of his shirt. Tag, you're it.
dry your smoke-stung eyes
you can see the light
you can see the light
