thirteen - no heart - Heyel's soul - Spirane
sister of warlow, dam of none
this is her in blackouts

She had ventured from Spirane once more to the outskirts of Iromar with her head bowed low between her shoulders and hackles raised in the silent fury that consumes her mind. The nasty smell of marsh teases her on the breeze and she looks across the river into the rather dead land as if to conjure up the beast that has created all her problems. The puckered scar above her right brow matches the jagged on on her shoulder, both souvenirs of her fight with Lillith, and the root cause of all her troubles. There never used to be such a side of violence in Natu before coming here, before that incident. It did not mean that there wasn't the tendency for it. Warlow, her brother, had proven to be a savage animal before meeting his imprint. It would figure that such feralness ran in the family, yet she had hidden hers much better. Something accounted for the fact that she had roamed as a traveler for many a year without becoming the skeletal figure that some loners boasted as lack of sustenance and rest caused. Natu was smart and surviving was easily done with a spirit has strong as hers. It was only just beginning to tape back together again.

It is as she stalks the borderlands that a movement from the corner of her eye draws her attention. Icy blue eyes turn to watch the blond and black male as he weaves down to the riverside in search of water. Her brilliant white coat no doubt gives her presence away and it wasn't as if Natu was hiding. There was a daring look to her eye, as if today might be the day she slay her demons, both internal and external.

Was he a new addition to the demon spawn that lurked in the bogs? Just the thought made her lips twitch in disgust and her ears fall back; before she realized it Natu was padding ever closer to V with a less than friendly look upon her slender snout and hackles raised. Although some might consider her small that in no way could completely explain her; muscles lined her figure, lean as it was, and her chest was broad and stout made to hold her own.

As she grows closer to him with wide, determined steps the breeze shifts and his fur ripples. Her black nose twitches and she falters in her step, ears coming up as a guarded look crosses her eyes. No longer murderous but contemplating. Well, as first impressions go that might have been one of her lesser ones. Natu stops a few feet from him, the only thing moving is the white of her fur as the wind combs through it and whispers in her ears.

"I hope you don't plan to join them." Well and there goes her friendliness right out the window. Her voice is sweet sounding almost, lovely to listen to, but stern. Who knows if V even knows what the hell she is talking about. He probably thinks her insane and maybe she is, but she would know if he is a new recruit - and she would take him out if so, all because the fury inside of her was stirred today and her mind teetered on the verge of a blackout.