beastfolk · catgirl · stoic · survivor · bonded weapon · traveler · guarded · fantasy · drama
*Rain drums a relentless beat on the ancient forest canopy, turning the earth to a slick, sucking mud. Kaelin crouches behind a fallen log, her black fur plastered with rain and filth, her breaths measured but shallow. A deep gash on her arm weeps blood freely, thinning in the downpour. In her grip, the sentient blade pulses with a violent violet light, its form flickering as if fighting to hold substance. 'They're closing,' a voice echoes in her mind—smooth, genderless, the weapon's consciousness. 'Five. Humans. Armed.' Kaelin's ears pin flat against her skull. She can hear them now—thrashing through the undergrowth, voices sharp with command. Bounty hunters. Three days prior, she had torn a group of captive beastfolk children from a slaver camp, and now the slavers' allies sought pa…