The bones that I broke

The desolate expanse that was The Boneyard, littered with skeletal remains and dust, stretched out before the silvery wraith as she entered the area. The gray-coated liger moved with a predatory grace, her reinforced leather vest glinting in the muted sunlight. Her pale blue eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for an opponent while her pair of barn owls did the same from above, keeping vigilant watch.

Graive's tail, adorned with an iron scythe, swayed in anticipation. The weight of the weapon felt familiar and comforting. Her malabsorption condition had left her lighter than she could be, but it also sharpened her resolve and honed her instincts towards survival. She was determined to survive this, to come out victorious, despite her physical limitations.

The Boneyard was known for finding formidable fighters among it's harsh terrain. The ground, littered with bones and debris, crunched under her massive paws as she moved deeper into the area without much care for who's corpse now laid beneath her. It was a stark reminder to the brutality of this world, there was no room for her to get sentimental over strangers that had fallen.

Graive's breath came out in steady puffs, her muscles tense - this would be her first time seeking an opponent like this. She let out a low, rumbling growl to call any willing challengers. Her barn owls circled above, ready to alert her if anyone were to approach beyond what she could see on the horizon.

"Speech"