[Inari POV]
Blood ripped through the air, a sweet red flew through and onto the ground where it stayed and pooled into a pile. One that was lapped up by sewer rats. Greater and larger than any rats I had ever seen.
With scars that seemed to roll down their backs and necks, as if they had participated in some grand battle only they could tell of. And with the feast of that blood, a wary glance sent only to me and to the girl that cloaked herself with worn leathers.
It had been a day, no two, since I had recovered. My hands were still gone, barely stumps that could do nothing but struggle for a grip that was once there.
Again I glared to the sky, a word on my lips that threatened to break through with rage. But it was tempered by wariness, of the people that could be listening in. That could be waiting for any sign of me.
|Lesser Shapeshift(lv1)|
