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Slowly, the girl sat up. She stretched her arms and yawned, seeming completely unbothered by the freezing winds. And even as he watched, her skin was covered in a thick coat of matted whie fur, her bone structure altering to prevent the fur from getting inot her eyes. She looked over to Mithias, having become furry-fied (and covered up). Slowly she walked towards him. "Goddamnit. Another wandering corpse? Doesn't Skjold get tired of this shit? I don't even recognize this one. Are you going to hold a speech, explain how you died and all? Or shall we just skip to the chase?" Long claws extend from her fingers, molding together to form blades of bone. Each blade seemed to be coated in a thin layer of acidic substance, which could be seen dripping from it. Most likely excreted by pores in the side of the blade. The newly formed muscle mass beneath the coat of fur was a further troubling sight.

Much like her father, this girl had no patience for sticking to a shape. And she had less patience for slow talkers. She had every intention of following up on her threat, and it became abundantly clear what had killed the dragons that now so neatly decorated the ground, their inhuman blood freezing everything it touched.