Jas
Exceptionally Common
Everyone wanted her gone. But for spellwork this powerful--strong enough for even non-magic folk to detect--the assault on her senses was one so obscene and grotesque that it was impossible to ignore. There were guns pointed every which way, and a couple at her even. Still, she ignored all of them except Desmond.
In Iverian, she responded to him. "Oi, I know your voice. Desmond, aye? I'm Margot. We chatted with Draaven on me first day 'ere. This wasn't natural. This is just wrong. I dunno who that is, but 'e shouldn't be 'ere." Even now that the spell had reached its end, the influence of the caster lingered, that same wrong-ness permeating the entire area. And even as the intensity waned, a new source stood out: the badger. It was the same essence, but the red wolf suspected that was some sort of residue from the magic that would fade over time.
In a blink, bolts of electricity guiding her footfalls with unnatural speed, she'd moved past the Bloodstones, standing between them and the interloper. "Go on, get yer folks outta 'ere!" she responded to Desmond. "I'm not as fragile as you may think, and this fella doesn't seem all that friendly. I'll hold 'im 'ere."
There was a crimson flash and her arms erupted in flames. Apparently whatever had enabled her to transmute her human form was still in effect. She suspected it was the source of the original spell, and as the spell's influence faded, her ability to likely would fade as well. A nearby sign, a red octagon with the word "STOP" written on it in bold, white Lutetian letters, beckoned to her. With a touch and a crimson flare she embrittled it, allowing her to break it off to a weaponized length, and then another flash undid that, instead making it as hard and strong as blade steel. She stared down the barbarian, brandishing her freshly-improvised axe. She would have preferred to wolf out, but she wasn't sure she'd have time for that. Her new friend here didn't seem particularly friendly.
In Iverian, she responded to him. "Oi, I know your voice. Desmond, aye? I'm Margot. We chatted with Draaven on me first day 'ere. This wasn't natural. This is just wrong. I dunno who that is, but 'e shouldn't be 'ere." Even now that the spell had reached its end, the influence of the caster lingered, that same wrong-ness permeating the entire area. And even as the intensity waned, a new source stood out: the badger. It was the same essence, but the red wolf suspected that was some sort of residue from the magic that would fade over time.
In a blink, bolts of electricity guiding her footfalls with unnatural speed, she'd moved past the Bloodstones, standing between them and the interloper. "Go on, get yer folks outta 'ere!" she responded to Desmond. "I'm not as fragile as you may think, and this fella doesn't seem all that friendly. I'll hold 'im 'ere."
There was a crimson flash and her arms erupted in flames. Apparently whatever had enabled her to transmute her human form was still in effect. She suspected it was the source of the original spell, and as the spell's influence faded, her ability to likely would fade as well. A nearby sign, a red octagon with the word "STOP" written on it in bold, white Lutetian letters, beckoned to her. With a touch and a crimson flare she embrittled it, allowing her to break it off to a weaponized length, and then another flash undid that, instead making it as hard and strong as blade steel. She stared down the barbarian, brandishing her freshly-improvised axe. She would have preferred to wolf out, but she wasn't sure she'd have time for that. Her new friend here didn't seem particularly friendly.