The gray fox retreated into the woods, limping slightly on her left side. Once surrounded by the comforting serenity of the grand oaks and maples, Lady Mo collapsed against a trunk. In her exhaustion, Mohowauuck’s powers faded out and she shifted back into her vampire form. Yes, Lady Mo felt exhaustion, unlike many vampires, as her powers drained her physically and required an ample supply of human blood to sustain them. 

Mo’s body was naked, shrouded only by the eerie darkness. Her transformation wasn’t a magical one, it tore apart her clothing on the physical realm while her spirit soared between bodies. Lucky for Lady Mo, she was quite comfortable in her natural form, although other folks preferred that certain parts be covered up. Mo went to work gathering fallen leaves and growing grasses that she could use to stitch the leaves together. The process didn’t take long when you could commune with nature, and within minutes she had fashioned what looked like a nature-made bikini top and a skirt. 

The Lady looked down at her body, taking in the injuries she had sustained. Cuts and bruises from sword play and the like covered her back, stomach and legs, it seems the wolf hide couldn’t block out everything. Her arms got the worst of it, though, as her vine-like tattoos were marred with burns where the blue fire had kissed her. Much like the flora of the Earth, Mo was especially susceptible to fire, and the burns would take a while to heal – but they [i]would[/i] heal.  Even the pathetic human scientists knew that forest fires only help the forest grow back stronger than they were before – what then could fire do to the Mother of the Forests?

Lady Mohowauuck held her head up high, broken but not beaten. Her legs brought her back out into the fight, tall and strong as she stood at her full height. 

[i]“Lady Mo, are you uninjured?”[/i] Magnus called out to her from the battlefield.

“Where the body fails, the spirit is strong. I’ve never been better.” She called out in reply, her loud voice being carried off by the fierce winds she’d still managed to keep up. Her throat burned for sustenance to maintain the storms, she need to go hunting soon.

This oldblood had spent the majority of her immortal life immersed in battle, always fighting for her cause above all else. In war there were always victories and defeats, and she saw today’s battle for what it was: a defeat. Mo also knew this was just one battle in many; this war was far from over. The humans and their [i]allies[/i] have advanced their putrid technologies in ways that gave them a certain edge compared to the oldbloods’ more traditional warfare. Traditional or not, the superior race would seize victory. Humans were a mistake of creation, meant to be replaced by the vampires as keepers of the Earth. This war would only be over once the humans found their rightful place – bowing at the feet of their vampire masters, kissing the very ground they walk upon – giving reverence to their gods.