Silver Insanity

Ch'talo snarls as his prey is about to escape, grabbing a small pouch at his sideand tossing a fine multicolored sand in the air. He jabs his paw forward, and the motes hang in the air, painting out the... well, Aibne will recognize it as the Pattern, but in negative space, the sand trailing off at ...

Ch'talo spits and grunts as he staggers under the blow, staggering back, growling and beginning to glow more brightly, almost the light of a full moon bathing him as the bony plates surge back plated in quicksilver, his claws stretching as he lunges forward. "You ceased to be my bondmate when y...

At this point no one is likely watching the entryway to the castle, so no one will see the otter standing in the open gateway, staring at the scene and considering, before his eyes shoot to Dal'ashi in combat with... a bear? He takes off at a dead run, hefting the spear of bone he grew earlier, and ...

Ch'talo shrugs. "I have no idea. I didn't come with... whatever's going on out there. But I'm willing to bet what I hunt will be there. He is drawn to chaos. Or causes it. It's hard to tell sometimes." He extends a bone spike woven with the strange steel, and with a wince breaks it off to ...

Ch'talo eyes Tinder warily, shifting towards a fighting stance before relaxing and seeing that he is associated with the former prisoner. "I'm not sure what kind of life you lead, but I'm glad it's not mine." He shakes a foot to clear ichor off his claws, letting them shrink back towards n...

Ch'talo looks at the dying... dead.... thing, then up to Rogbar, then back down, claws dripping ichor. "I could say something about foxes and henhouses, but I think you get the point without it." He steps forward, his toeclaws long like sabres now, and begins to step down, letting them sin...

Ch'talo comes up short as the cadence of the battle suddenly halts with the dramatic equivalent of dragging a needle on a record. His ears flat and he turns to stare at Rogbar, then sighs, shaking his head. "If you insist on consorting with the dead, that's not my concern. Dead is..." his ...

Ch'talo bounds forward and back, moving fluidly, the otter now seeming more bear-like in size and stance, but still moves like an otter in the water. Occasionally he lunges in, heavy bony protuberances coating his forearms from the elbow down and sticking out several feet, inlaid with a filigree of ...

Ch'talo growls as he half-glows in silver now, his eyes and forehead glowing in pale moonlight. As the blades approach, he takes on almost a true aspect of water*, flowing this way and that, taking a few steps back and moving towards the main entry from his position. Each move makes the glow brighte...

Ch'talo ducks and rolls as he avoids the daiklaive, taking a quick scan of the environment. He narrows his eyes and glares at her. "I am the Shadowed Hunter and I follow my prey wherever they go. So it should be you apologizing to me for getting in my way." His voice is low and in earnest....