MABEL
Enchantments; to hone at night. She wouldn’t understand the intricacies or delicacies of such a situation, having never wielded any enchantments in her lifetime – perhaps, eventually, she’d be able to comprehend the matters. When fangs slipped over flesh and skin, when they raked and contorted into blood. But for now, she was caught in the inability for much of anything. The youth did watch as the stranger lifted a stone, picking it up without hands, without any ministration save for the capabilities he must’ve had lodged within his ichor.
The girl shrugged, crouching down to drop her basket to the ground. Meanwhile, fingers clasped over a larger stone behind the artifact, and she slipped it into her sleeve, tucking it along palms as if it wasn’t there at all. “I don’t have magic.” Mabel rose again, advancing, coming within yards of Oliver. “Hand-to-hand would probably be best.” No Attuned fixtures, no Accepted means; just her canines and ambition. “How do we begin?”
The girl shrugged, crouching down to drop her basket to the ground. Meanwhile, fingers clasped over a larger stone behind the artifact, and she slipped it into her sleeve, tucking it along palms as if it wasn’t there at all. “I don’t have magic.” Mabel rose again, advancing, coming within yards of Oliver. “Hand-to-hand would probably be best.” No Attuned fixtures, no Accepted means; just her canines and ambition. “How do we begin?”
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
