MONSTER, itha orel

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take fate into your own hands. like a beating heart, it is warm - hot, even - sliding down your throat, slick sweet soothe satisfy

don't talk about fate. how long have you spent, talking of fate, trying to put into words something that was once as fleeting as (a premonition of bitter herbs and dogs howling death omens) stories you told. now it is tangible and real - a blood-matted muzzle, feeling flesh from the inside. that's you, now - the crumpled lungs on the forest floor.

some savage clarity welled up inside you, after all the years of directing bloodsport, working the empire's slaughterhouse. the forest is dark and comfortable; you cut the leaves from their stalks, you cut a jagged line along his sternum, and now you are a beast but now there is nobody left to hunt the beast.

you are blind to fate. you are hungry.



a stikini is a witch corrupted - they appear human by day, and at dusk throw up their souls and organs, shifting into an animal - usually an owl, itha is a large dog. they hunt at night, tearing humans' hearts from their mouths and returning by daybreak to swallow their innards and take human shape again. they are shapeshifters with preternatural senses and invulnerability; a stikini is can be killed if its organs are found and destroyed with ritually prepared weapons.

[attr="class","appname"]ITHA OREL

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AGE: 24
SEX: F
RACE: STIKINI
HOMELAND: CENTERSPINE MTNS
CONTRACT: Y