Silence continued to ring in the wake of her summons, her words either ignored or unheeded. Katriel's nostrils flared with a brief huff of annoyance - though truly, she would not fault a child for refusing to come to an armored woman who looked like...well. Katriel was painfully aware of the physical alterations conferred to her in her creation. She'd even been accused of being a demon before, and although the ignorance behind such a claim was laughable, she knew that her appearance did not lend itself to the contrary. She was beautiful - or so ancient Elvhen had exclaimed - but on the heels of such a descriptor always came another.
Deadly.
And in this moment, it was a hindrance to her more than anything else.
She stepped towards the sound of the cracking twig, the soft yellow light of her magic illuminating her cupped talons. In that moment, the finder's spell gave an unnaturally strong pulse, and Katriel's eyes narrowed in response. The spell, with origins in blood magic, was a rather broad sort of aid - it pulled her towards the strongest life force in the area. In the midst of a forest, this would certainly have been a lost child. But this...this was something different.
Something...large.
The ancient elf doused her spell and rested her hand on her sword's pommel instead. The situation had grown rather complicated. Though it would have been easy enough to set the forest aflame to smoke out whatever lurked in the shadows, the possible presence of the lost child - and the likely rebuke she'd recieve from the locals, to say nothing of her fellow Wardens - forestalled that simpler plan. Still, she was a beast of battle first and foremost, and the prickle of awareness at the corner of her mind sharpened her tone as she hissed into the dark, "Garas tor."
Deadly.
And in this moment, it was a hindrance to her more than anything else.
She stepped towards the sound of the cracking twig, the soft yellow light of her magic illuminating her cupped talons. In that moment, the finder's spell gave an unnaturally strong pulse, and Katriel's eyes narrowed in response. The spell, with origins in blood magic, was a rather broad sort of aid - it pulled her towards the strongest life force in the area. In the midst of a forest, this would certainly have been a lost child. But this...this was something different.
Something...large.
The ancient elf doused her spell and rested her hand on her sword's pommel instead. The situation had grown rather complicated. Though it would have been easy enough to set the forest aflame to smoke out whatever lurked in the shadows, the possible presence of the lost child - and the likely rebuke she'd recieve from the locals, to say nothing of her fellow Wardens - forestalled that simpler plan. Still, she was a beast of battle first and foremost, and the prickle of awareness at the corner of her mind sharpened her tone as she hissed into the dark, "Garas tor."
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