A ripped-up carcass lies sprawled on the side of the path. You gasp--who would do such a thing? Its ribs are cracked and showing, and scars adorn its body. Its whole lower jaw's bone shows through, and rips revealing muscle mark its leg and face.
You hesitantly step over to it... The poor thing! Its eyes are closed, and it looks as if it had died in a battle. You gently touch its face...
Not the smartest thing to do. Its eyes flash open and it growls at you, snarling as it gets to its feet. It was alive! You scramble back to the road, resisting the urge to scream. When you look back, her body is low to the ground--her stance is one of a predator. As you watch, her front paws flare up. She was burning! Water... fast, or she would die. She shouldn't die, even if she is a monster--or something equivalent. But even as you watch, she starts to walk forward. The fire doesn't faze her a bit! Dazed, you stand there stupidly. She mutters something inaudible, and you can suddenly feel yourself losing energy... What? Why? Nothing you're doing could possibly use up much energy. You start to wobble from some foreign exhaustion. Then, suddenly, the draining feeling stops.
"Have you ever died, human?" The kat sneers at you. "No? Surprising. Such a pathetic creature as yourself should not have lived a day." Her sneer turns to a look of hatred. "I have died. It is not fun--you suffer. Would you like me to show you? No?" She snarls. "Pity. But you have other uses. A new playtoy for Eymere... Yes..." Cackling, she moves back into the trees.
You try to get away fast, but you're too sapped of energy to get farther than a foot before you keel over, helpless. As you stagger up, a smaller creature makes her prescence known, glaring and growling in your face, tail lashing.
You gasp, arms too weak to hold you any longer. Above you, you can hear the cub speaking. "A new playtoy?" She laughs. "A wonderful gift. You would be fit for... Yes, a chewtoy." She eyes you greedily before lowering her voice and glancing around. "Unfortunately, I am not quite insane like my mother. Any sentient creature is protected in these lands--though you hardly qualify as sentient--and I must let you go." Your small breath of relief is halted halfway out when she continues with, "However! If we ever find you've let my mother's little 'mishap' slip out, you may not be so lucky." With a last warning glance, she leaves along her mother's trail. You can just hear her mutter, "Oh, you would serve so well as a chewtoy..." before you begin your long, weary journey home.
Takes after her mother in appearance, and most likely personality. Half of her body is living flesh while the other half is made of fire, like a Sun's body. Due to this half of her body heals instantly (the Sun half), while the other half does not. It's safe to say she was not born an Undead.
Molten Flame: Sends a wave of fire at the target. Upon contact it will not only burn but begin to melt the target's flesh, melting only lasts fifteen seconds after the wave hits, so it will take multiply waves to kill.
