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Cirrina
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Lets Get Physical (Sil)

59th of Ashan, 719
Beaten by dogs.

Marin had laughed at her for days after. Along with lectured her for what seemed like days on the dangers of overstepping, things she could not be bothered with. She’d known the folly of her own actions but it was not like she’d wanted to be the beasts slobbering meal. Even her true form would not have help in the same way it did under water.

The mer stared down at her delicate fingers. Perfect for luring bedmates. Useless for ringing necks. But this body was only a shell, it meant even as her true self she was weak. All her magic studies, all her travels and she’d grown weaker for it. There was no doubt in Cir’s mind the current her would have been eaten alive at a swarm. Her lips curled in distaste, a low growl rumbling from her chest at the thought. How pathetic she’d become so shortly, her and Marin would have words about it. No better person to blame than the person who hoped to temper her like some common pet.

This time the snarl did rip free of her throat but the mer paid no heed to the looks of the few people she passed. A spar, a game of Swarm was what she needed but there were so few willing to play by the old rules. And for all its jungles the city itself was boringly quiet aside from the wildlife that seemed to want to upend the city, shredding it to nothing but mulch. Perhaps eventually that darkness would seep into the people, giving them more backbone than their over simplistic friendless that poured from most of them.

Her thoughts continued in such a matter, her face darkening with them and the exact reason Marin had ejected her from their shared room. Initially she had thought to swim but it was this form that needed the most work. And it was this form she needed a target for her frustrations, her mentor being annoyingly calm and refusing to rise to any bait. But perhaps within the city she could find someone or at the very least coerce someone into being a snack, food did always make everything better. Her stomach seemed to rumble happily at the thought, her focus shifting precariously between food and fight as she walked through the city, no particular destination in mind.
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