"𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐠"

Funnily enough.. unlike most sabers.. her fans grew so much, she had to break them off.

Then she chose to sharpen them into.. what she now wields as true /sabers/.

Another side effect of her corruption.. yet giving her even a more powerful weapon.

But it's great to know she's still welcomed.

"Heh. Figured a hunter would be able to pick up my scent.."

She walked out, cracking her knuckles.. she looked weird..

Black crystals all over her body, some even giving off a rainbow glow. Yet she wasn't a Tarr, that much he could tell.

Otherwise he'd be long dead by now.

. . . can she still be considered . . .

Her sister?

She's got such a weirdly mixed blood . .

As well as strength. She's got the sharp crystals of a rock, the piercing glare of a hunter, the soft tail of a tabby and the deadliness of a saber..

All of that combined with an unstable mind.

Oh but it might..

Two golden eyes look at him from the nearby bushes..

She gives ranchers keys made of hardened honey instead of bursting into slimes and a key when fed..~!

Really now?

She's not going to submit to any other Saber slime.. so she won't be part of some dumb pack.

She's a lone wolf.. even if not by choice.

"No, this is good enough~"

She grabbed the first hen, throwing it up into the air before leaping at it and eating it in one bite..

Laughing a bit after..

"Mmm~ pretty good~"

"Yeah.. can you get me some hens, though?"

She asked, yawning and stretching..

Sitting down on the ground and rolling around a bit. She was still a cat in heart after all..~! Cats will always do cat stuff!

Funnily enough, this was how she was a lot of the time.. especially when no hens were near.

Yet her volatile nature often led to chaotic breakdowns.. violent outbursts and much more.

That was what most remembered of her. What most saw her as. An unstable beast.

"Mmmh.. thanks, rancher.."

. . .

She's gonna not bite his hand, and simply relax..
Smiling softly as she leaned into his touch.

She's a bit under 7' so..
He won't have to crouch or anything.

"Want me to give you 'nother one myself so ya can compare~?"

A soft chuckle, smirking, licking one of her swords..

🎨:

Temp Pinned.

A predator slime, driven by pure instinct alone.. careful, or you be her next prey~

FC: Lappland (Arknights)
Tabby Saber Largo