6/6/2025, 6:12 PM
Skill : 「 Freak 1/5 」
Sreda—her elder sister—possibly the sibling that Amaya most related to, aside from her own littermates, the Sun and the Moon. What of the rest…?. Narcissa had vanished, again, Violet was… Violet, Dimitri had left to birth children from his magic bush (or so she assumed), and Alder’s toes tasted funny when she’d licked them at the tourney. That left only one.
Amaya was only loosely following the trail that led to the other amethyst-eyed Callosum. Her methods of tracking could be considered unorthodox to some, but to the gremlin, it was a flawless technique that she had spent months mastering.
From around a bend came the ever-talented tracker: the creature’s front half was limp and pressed into the dirt, her face and forelegs dragging through mud as her hind legs pushed forward. Every so often Amaya would stop to roll aggressively against the earth, leaves and twigs being tangled in her already matted fur. But then the face dragging would continue until her sister could be spotted in the distance. She stood up, chunks of dirt, grass, and rocks falling from her jaws as she began to hack and gag from the bits that tickled her throat.
Amaya, the ideal machine.
Random pieces of nature falling from her with every step, she began to approach Sreda in an ominous silence. That is until she noticed what her sister was inspecting.
A dead deer.
There was no containing it.
She never stood a chance.
Violently, the gremlin began to tremble as if she was going to explode. Charging forward, she began to uncontrolablly gum on the stiff legs of the animal screams and shrieks escaping as she flopped around against the carcass, even getting stuck on her back at times, causing her limbs to flail in the air.
Sreda—her elder sister—possibly the sibling that Amaya most related to, aside from her own littermates, the Sun and the Moon. What of the rest…?. Narcissa had vanished, again, Violet was… Violet, Dimitri had left to birth children from his magic bush (or so she assumed), and Alder’s toes tasted funny when she’d licked them at the tourney. That left only one.
Amaya was only loosely following the trail that led to the other amethyst-eyed Callosum. Her methods of tracking could be considered unorthodox to some, but to the gremlin, it was a flawless technique that she had spent months mastering.
From around a bend came the ever-talented tracker: the creature’s front half was limp and pressed into the dirt, her face and forelegs dragging through mud as her hind legs pushed forward. Every so often Amaya would stop to roll aggressively against the earth, leaves and twigs being tangled in her already matted fur. But then the face dragging would continue until her sister could be spotted in the distance. She stood up, chunks of dirt, grass, and rocks falling from her jaws as she began to hack and gag from the bits that tickled her throat.
Amaya, the ideal machine.
Random pieces of nature falling from her with every step, she began to approach Sreda in an ominous silence. That is until she noticed what her sister was inspecting.
A dead deer.
There was no containing it.
She never stood a chance.
Violently, the gremlin began to tremble as if she was going to explode. Charging forward, she began to uncontrolablly gum on the stiff legs of the animal screams and shrieks escaping as she flopped around against the carcass, even getting stuck on her back at times, causing her limbs to flail in the air.
