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    fucking damn it! it was a mistake to go mano y mano with krieger right after coming back into the realm of the living; the freakazoid had her on her toes nearly the whole damn time they sparred. even though she had the jump on him by targeting his ass while his guard was down, once he got it up she didn't stand a chance. his robotic adaptions and mutations proved to be too much for her, and she just about barely skedaddled on out of there with her wits intact.


    the fast-paced thud of hefty paws and the acrid smell of blood and smoke is what gives away the presence of chicagocrimes. she thunders into camp, and it looks as if somebody went nine rounds on her face, bruised and bloody. she blocks out inquiries retaining to her health, ignores looks of surprise, and merely slinks up to a recently stomped out fire pit. wordlessly, she sucks in a smoky breath and cannons a little ball of embers into the burnt shrubbery, new flames ablazing. chica hunches down, gets comfortable, and then broods, clearly pissed over how everything had crashed and burned for her in the end.

    THE CRIMINAL IN ME — graveclan — tags 


    && I found in you, what was lost in me !

    The scent of blood was by no means- new to the beast. Obscuro had lived past many friends, family and loved ones. She was born in an anticlan. And could recognize the type from the smell alone by this point. That was to say she could single the scent out miles away: mostly due to her heightened senses than ever her history, but she had history with that power- and now it was normal to her. The beast smelling the other's approach and the lingering smells the faint wisps of another familiar scent that didn't belong in her memory. She curse, in a loud long drawn out hiss of a breath in her own self made tongue, because of course- this place didn't have a medic. If it did it hadn't poked it's head out either which way in a long time. Which meant: Obscuro would actually have to deal with it.


    With a half defeated sign the beast got up from where she rested, net to a large crackling fire that burned icyer than the snow that threatened to consume the camp. Running a paw over her scarred temple to try and ease what would surly be a migraine because it was cold- damn it. It was cold and Obscuro hated the shiver up her spine as the chill set in from moving even an inch away from the fire to look in the direction of whoever the hell had the audacity to be injured. Yes- it was their fault: they were the one's dumb enough to get injured.


    An oddly colored lion didn't much phase her as one would think, and she felt a smirk settle onto her maw, the tenseness of her shoulders relax at the stiffness in the other's form. Her breath ghosted out like a fog before her- and it was the only reveling thing to notice about the large- lumbering beast as she stalked towards the other and her fire on silent paws. Making herself very obviously comming from before her and stepping before the flame. With a single twist in priorities the flame started to flare to life. Radiating a much warmer heat that would burn like a bitch if approached too closely. Turning the same dangerous icy azure as the one Obscuro ahd sat by before.


    With the crack of a jaw, the beast let out a huff of air, and repeated the process- her voice growling out a laugh that rumbled in her throat like a rattle and escaped her maw the similar unique fashion. Because if her dark aura, large frame didn't get the attention then the fire might. Fire, something dangerous and unnatural about Obscuro would surely draw anyone in, if not out of curiosity, than fear. Fear as it turned out was a good motivator. "Yo" The beast greeted, her voice reasonably warm considering the stunt she just pulled, the leering grin on her maw that did nothing to hold a candle to the wickedness in the beast's eyes.


    The same light that dimmed into tame mischievousness as her iron pronged claws tensed into the cracked cold earth at her paws. Lear lessening from an almost snear into a light tame grin. "Can't help but notice the sudden appealing scent of blood."