<br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">(-/-/-)Lavi (-/-/-)</span></span></strong><br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">The Twilight Messiah</span></em><br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Location:</span></em> Kiowa Forest Territory<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Company:</span></em> Zuya. <br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Perimeter Sense:</span></em> N/A<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Rank:</span></em> Outsider<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Theme:</span></em>...</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong> "Cursing both Sun and Moon, Twilight sent her one and only daughter to carry the sins of the world...</strong><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft"> (https://i.imgur.com/6KohTbGm.jpg)</div><br/>The Messiah's ebony cloak married the various shades of evening night closer than most animals would likely have expected.<br/>Black like ichor. Black like mold. Black like the mamba's mouth of the bog.<br/>...<br/>In fact, aside from her phalanx-thrust mirrors devoid of soul, the only other element that differed her from absolute invisibility was the texture of her pelt. The night was a grandstanding ocean that enveloped all. However, her pelt held a sense of individuality akin to one area of a painting that had a different manner of brush strokes. If the murky space around the two wolves had been swathed up and down. It could be said Lavi had been painted right to left.<strong>Zuya</strong>may as well have been in the presence of a gaunt. Albeit, realistically, something so much worse than a Wendigo or skin-walker. Her pearly whites glistened so sweetly at the offer of Kiowa's life-blood. Her appreciation shown, she inspected the water as a duke beheld a rare wine: taking in it's aroma before sampling a few laps. As expected, it was very sweet, and held elements of more minerals carried down from the ice melt in the mountains than the bitters that trademarked the bog.<br/>"<strong>How very kind of you...your water is quite pleasant.</strong>" Lavi answered politely, gazing at him once more with that maternal, loving expression as a mother would her progeny. Supportive as a tree with such twisted roots.<br/><br/>However, the suggestion to hunt brought a fickle giggle to her maw. Hence, the requirement to raise a paw to her mouth. "<strong>Ah. Please forgive the outburst. It was just so sudden. Here I was certain in estimation you preferred to enjoy hunting with a full ensemble. Are you the type to enjoy solo hunting as well? I'll go on a limb and strike off the assumption you were just making an effort to show off~</strong>" her fully breathed voice would praise.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong> ...and indeed a Messiah was sent, a great Leviathan, to cannibalize life into death. Amen.</strong></div>