Steven
"Cowardly pride, haughty shame; a Silnari's greatest shield. I've always relished in splintering them until no more than fear is left behind," He retorted, his form still concealed within the darkness. Glimpses of his true visage flashed by with crimson lights: fiendish horns, molten claws, a scorpion's sting. Each passing moment, the truth of who— or *What* He was unveiled before the girl. 

"Bones hold no value; flesh and blood carry weight. The drained husks and buried skeletons of your kind look no different from mine. I have seen enough of both to know..." 
A dry chortle echoed underneath the canopies, and the daggers plunged into the branch Imogen had seated herself on twisted, grinding deeper into the wood by some unseen force. They may not have contained necrotic essence, but they were infused by sorcery all the same. A foreboding *Crack* Soon echoed from the branch.

"You misunderstand, girl. It is not my *Standards* That I like to see you lowered. All I wish is to be up-close and personal to watch your sneering façade melt into dread." 
Another twist of the daggers, and another splintering of wood followed the beast's words. By that point, it could be assumed his lodged blades were the only thing keeping the branch in place. 

"Of course, it is no surprise the finer details would be lost to your kind. Perhaps a dog would be happy to serve as a guard or a pet... But to a wolf, you are nothing but... *Cattle*."
Finally, the beast revealed his presence right under Imogen's tree as a clenched fist opened loose. His lodged daggers ripped themselves free of the branch, slicing their way out.
Juanita
*Imogen listened closely to his words. Some of his words rang true in her mind. She had met plenty of boastful Silnari before. The same could be said for Macens as well, each person had their flaws. This Canifor was no different, but the druid couldn't see him as anything more than a wounded animal that just needed some care. Her train of thought was interrupted by the branch she currently resides upon. The Beast's intentions were made clear to her at this point. Unfortunately for him, he hadn't earned a more personal encounter. He belonged underneath her, and beneath her he would remain.* 

"Your last Master really put you through some stuff, didn't he? We're not all bad you know. I just think your attitude didn't help much. I'm sure that's an easy fix, with some training of course." 

*The Druid's left hand let off a slight green glow as she traced the branch she sat upon. The same green glow expanded across the entire tree as if a drop of water landed on a puddle. The ripple expanded all the way back to the tree shaft and eventually down to the trunk and roots. She was just in time to cast her spell, a moment later the feeling of weightlessness filled her chest as she began falling towards the forest floor. The feeling didn't last long as the tree twisted violently, bark shredding off the tree and raining down upon the Canfior and the mossy floor beneath. A second branch positioned itself a little ways below the falling female which she landed upon.*

"Your manners could use a little work too." *She added after his attempt to bring her down to ground level. The Silnari repositioned herself upon the branch until she laid face down with the branch itself pressing against her chest. The sight of the Canifor was much clearer now and she was taken aback by what she saw. If she wasn't already interested in him before, she was even more curious now.* "Aren't you an interesting looking one. What's your name, or would you rather I continue to call you Mutt?"
Steven
"My last master..." 
The beast's expression darkened, a bitter, guttural snarl resonating from his muzzle as though the very word oozed with bile at his throat.
"...Is fortunate enough to have never shown his face. When he does, I will repay him for each cut, each lash and burn and sting he gave me. Every. Last. One..."

Rage boiled in him, bristling the fur atop his head and igniting the scarlet runes across his body. A stygian blazing aura flared to life around the beast and he lashed out on the incoming shards of bark with his claws. They sliced through wood like a hot knife through butter, splinters burning to soot before they touched the ground. The heat of his molten claws seared the very air across their trail and could even be felt from Imogen's distance. A fire that should, under any circumstances, be just as painful to its vampiric wielder. 

"I would like to see *You* Ripped from your home, your family slain, forced to work on labour camps for their killers until your body breaks from fatigue or lashings. I would like to see *You* Denied even the decency of death as your masters use what's left of you as a lab rest. I would like to see how nice *Your* Attitude would be afterwards!" 
Venom seeped on every word as the beast's throaty growls echoed through the woods, one palm pressing against the tree, threatening to spread the flame.

"Do not presume to lecture me on manners, *Elf*, or test my patience any further. Were you an enemy, I would see this whole forest burn just to catch you in the flames!"
Every breath was heaving as he slowly parted his fiery from the tree and contained the malignant aura back within. A downward slash against the tree snuffed out the last of his blackened flames, leaving behind a scar of molten claws. "You are alive because I sensed you're no more than another lost soul. I tolerated your barbed greetings because ignorance proceeds your kind; but even a *Child* Would know better by now that to provoke the *Revenant's* Ire.
Juanita
*The druid leaned all the way to a single side, willingly falling from her perch set up high. The sound of cloth flapping was the only sound of her descent to the forest floor. The feeling of air rushing behind her as she fell backwards towards the canifor, the tree branches parting for a path unimpeded. She fell just between the tree and the beast as a flash of light illuminated the forest floor, exposing the bright green strands of grass that surrounded the two. Instead of a sound of impact or a body slamming into the ground, there was silence as Imogen slowly glided to the ground and landed on her feet.*

"I guess you and I have somewhat of a relatable experience then. Granted I wasn't tested upon because I wasn't caught, thankfully. But you're a little late if you wish to bear witness of my removal from my home. A little late if you wished to see my family slain." *From this proximity she could make out his features in full detail. The horns that rested upon his head, the differences in his eyes, the scars he obtained throughout his life. The Lathian tilted her head back as she made eye contact with the Revenant as she accepted the insult face to face. Truth was, she felt pity for him. Despite the words she spat earlier, her expression remained soft and her cat-like pupils examined his face for his emotions as well. She was never that great at reading others like other Silnari, but she could hear his pain and anger.*

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 *Only when he clawed the tree she had been resting in before her fall back to the ground did she move again. A small pale right hand found Canifor's wrist while her left found the still hot wound upon the tree trunk. Her slender fingers caressing the edges of the claw marks as the tree slowly began to recover from his attack. The gash slowly closed into a new uniformed piece of wood before the bark also began to do the same. The end result was the tree fully mended in front of the Canifor's eyes.* 

"You say I'm not an enemy, that's a start for you at least. Also, please don't hurt the forest like that, it bore the fruit you desired does it not?" *The female's crimson gaze went back to his chest, absorbing the scars once more. Lab rat? What kind of studies had taken place upon this wolf.* "It would take some time, but I could remove all these scars from your flesh Mutt.. Er.. Revenant?" *It was hard to call him anything other than Mutt, that's what Canifors were in society and it would take her time to refer to this one as something else.* "These tests, they're the cause of your restless nights. The reason you sought these leaves, isn't it?" *Her hand left the tree and resided upon her chest, where a small lump could be seen from something underneath her clothing.*