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It hadn’t been long since the patrol had come back. Perhaps an hour or two at most. The group had dispersed after dropping the prey off in and tending to it soon after due to her duties as Vanguard. Syrin had gone off on her own after finishing up, a new sense of pride in her belly now that she actually been beneficial to Safe Haven.

To pass some time, Syrin had decided to practise with some of the new powers she had invested in. They would prove to be handy to have in her tool belt and give her an extra edge in battle until her auma caught up with her.

The dark dame seated herself in an area not too far away from the Roost in the forest. She had cleaned her head of blood from the blunt wound she had received and was now listening to the noises going on around her. Rustling of leaves here, the creak of wood there. It wasn’t until a particular chittering caught her attention did she look up.

With burning blue eyes, Syrin set her gaze upon a Vyrmian skittering through the branches of a large tree before her. She had previously encountered one of these lovely creatures after her loss to a Hellion as one had decided to attempt to burrow its way inside of her chest soon after the beast fled. Disgusting little rats, Syrin had decided in that moment of pure agony, unable to swat it away - and only rescued from the little beast by a rather… unwelcomed aid.

“Descend.” Syrin growled out to the creature, Order activating as she glared at the little rat. It stumbled down the trunk of the tree blindly, it’s eyes blurring over with the colour that of her auma. Sneering as the little bastard came to a halt the command wearing off from it, Syrin quickly snapped into the attack before it could escape. Using Psychic Shock, Syrin glowered at the creature as it began to writhe in pain, her auma flickering around her tail in smooth, swirling motions as she tightened her grip on it mentally. The pathetic little agonized squeaks of pain caused Syrin to chuckle lowly, yet again activating Psychic Shock to punch the little rat harder. The dark feline sneered as it began to weakly grasp its head, eyes wide as her own auma began to flicker through it’s eyes like the flag of death.

When the Vyrmian seemed too tired to continue, Syrin flicked her tail once, removing the power before surging forward with a snake like movement. Sharp fangs connected with the week figure of the prey Ashen and she killed it quickly with a hard crunch, jaws tightening around its spine, snapping it like a matchstick. Dropping the dead carcass with a disdainful raise of her eyebrow, Syrin snorted.
Pathetic.

Leaning forward, Syrin hungrily tore into the bastard’s delicate flesh, relishing in her well deserved meal. Smirking at the open figure of the creature, she chuckled, rolling her eyes ever so slightly as she continued to eat. This thing had nearly finished her off, of all creatures, she would rather have died at the will of the Hellion that be killed by a burrowing worm.

Running her tongue across her maw as she finished off her meal, Syrin rose to her paws. Without any respect, the dark tabby kicked dirt over the bones of the critter as she would to her own dirt before leaving with her head held high. The little pest served well and filled a hole in her belly, so now it was time to return to her training. Nightmist had suggested to get her strength back, and now that is exactly what she intended on doing.
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word count: 625

Syrin is a meanie and tests out her new powers!
Hoorah!

Description

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It hadn’t been long since the patrol had come back. Perhaps an hour or two at most. The group had dispersed after dropping the prey off in and tending to it soon after due to her duties as Vanguard. Syrin had gone off on her own after finishing up, a new sense of pride in her belly now that she actually been beneficial to Safe Haven.

To pass some time, Syrin had decided to practise with some of the new powers she had invested in. They would prove to be handy to have in her tool belt and give her an extra edge in battle until her auma caught up with her.

The dark dame seated herself in an area not too far away from the Roost in the forest. She had cleaned her head of blood from the blunt wound she had received and was now listening to the noises going on around her. Rustling of leaves here, the creak of wood there. It wasn’t until a particular chittering caught her attention did she look up.

With burning blue eyes, Syrin set her gaze upon a Vyrmian skittering through the branches of a large tree before her. She had previously encountered one of these lovely creatures after her loss to a Hellion as one had decided to attempt to burrow its way inside of her chest soon after the beast fled. Disgusting little rats, Syrin had decided in that moment of pure agony, unable to swat it away - and only rescued from the little beast by a rather… unwelcomed aid.

“Descend.” Syrin growled out to the creature, Order activating as she glared at the little rat. It stumbled down the trunk of the tree blindly, it’s eyes blurring over with the colour that of her auma. Sneering as the little bastard came to a halt the command wearing off from it, Syrin quickly snapped into the attack before it could escape. Using Psychic Shock, Syrin glowered at the creature as it began to writhe in pain, her auma flickering around her tail in smooth, swirling motions as she tightened her grip on it mentally. The pathetic little agonized squeaks of pain caused Syrin to chuckle lowly, yet again activating Psychic Shock to punch the little rat harder. The dark feline sneered as it began to weakly grasp its head, eyes wide as her own auma began to flicker through it’s eyes like the flag of death.

When the Vyrmian seemed too tired to continue, Syrin flicked her tail once, removing the power before surging forward with a snake like movement. Sharp fangs connected with the week figure of the prey Ashen and she killed it quickly with a hard crunch, jaws tightening around its spine, snapping it like a matchstick. Dropping the dead carcass with a disdainful raise of her eyebrow, Syrin snorted.
Pathetic.

Leaning forward, Syrin hungrily tore into the bastard’s delicate flesh, relishing in her well deserved meal. Smirking at the open figure of the creature, she chuckled, rolling her eyes ever so slightly as she continued to eat. This thing had nearly finished her off, of all creatures, she would rather have died at the will of the Hellion that be killed by a burrowing worm.

Running her tongue across her maw as she finished off her meal, Syrin rose to her paws. Without any respect, the dark tabby kicked dirt over the bones of the critter as she would to her own dirt before leaving with her head held high. The little pest served well and filled a hole in her belly, so now it was time to return to her training. Nightmist had suggested to get her strength back, and now that is exactly what she intended on doing.
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word count: 625

Syrin is a meanie and tests out her new powers!
Hoorah!