You can't make me!

*Recluse* · Updated 04/30/23:

Recluse Ithuriel-Klein

The sounds of an approach roused Recluse from her near-catatonic state, her drooping eyelids flashing open and her nostrils flaring as she desperately tried to drink in the scent of whoever was approaching, her mind flashed to the black beast she'd encountered before. Expecting to see demonic blue eyes appear in the mouth of the den and Recluse was already preparing to retaliate. Her hackles were raising, her muzzle wrinkling as she drew her lips back to reveal still glinting fangs.

When she saw a pair of brilliant yellow eyes peer out at her from the darkness instead of faltering her aggression only grew. The vaguely familiar scent of the grey man struck her and as he spoke she bristled further a weak growl her first response to his question. As if he didn't know, she was sure it was his fault after all.

"Why don't you tell me?" She spat, her tone filled with all the vitriol her parents held for the man, she'd learned well.

"Speech"

Art by Sirinsong

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