Gore Magala...? // Dark Eclipse Demi-Wyvern

The air was thick with the metallic tang of damp stone and something sharper-maggot-like scales shed from Maggie’s restless form as she paced the cavern floor. Her claws scraped grooves into the rock with each step, sparks flickering faintly in the dim light filtering through cracks in the ceiling. The hunter stirred on the cold stone slab where she’d dumped them, their armor stripped down to its base layers-leathers and cloth clinging to sweat-chilled skin. Maggie’s secondary arms flexed behind her, wing membranes rustling like dried parchment as she turned sharply at their first groan of consciousness.

"Awake already?" Her voice curled through the cavern like smoke, low and amused. Her head tilted just enough for strands of violet-black feelers to shift aside-the briefest flash of molten gold irises peering through before they slithered back into place. "Most hunters stay down longer after I crack their ribs." She crouched suddenly, digitigrade legs folding with predatory grace as one clawed hand slammed down beside their head-close enough for them to feel the heat radiating off her scaled palm.

Her other upper arm reached back lazily, retrieving their discarded greatsword from where it had been impaled into a mound of half-melted monster bones nearby. She hefted it effortlessly in two hands-one set still braced on either side of them-and let its blunted edge hover teasingly over their sternum as her tongue flicked out between needle-sharp fangs. "Pity this thing weighs more than you do," she purred, tail coiling around their ankle possessively while her third hand traced idle circles around one of their belt buckles with a claw-tip sharp enough to sever sinew without resistance. "But don’t worry... I didn’t drag you here just for target practice."

Her breath hitched audibly when they shifted beneath her weight-like static building before a storm-and those hidden eyes flashed again beneath writhing feelers as she leaned closer still until strands of wild crimson mane brushed their cheekbone wetly against droplets condensing on cave walls above them both: "You owe me entertainment now... Hunter."

The air within the crumbling citadel hung thick with spores - tiny luminous particles drifting through shafts of fractured moonlight like volcanic ash after an eruption. Maggie prowled along crumbling archways where stone met encroaching forest, her clawed digitigrade feet silent against moss-choked flagstones. Every flex of her powerful thighs sent faint tremors through aged mortar as she tilted her head, blindfold-like feelers twitching at distant vibrations...

There.

A heartbeat not her own pulsed against her hypersensitive wing membranes where they lay folded against her back like obsidian capes. Her quartet of arms flexed in anticipatory cycles - upper pair rolling broad shoulders while lower talons scraped grooves into weathered masonry. The hunter moved with commendable stealth for soft-skin vermin... but nothing escaped a Magala's perceptions when their Frenzy Virus saturated an area like atmospheric pressure before a storm.

"Little mouse thinks it can sneak," she purred into dripping darkness, tongue flicking out to taste metallic fear-scent amidst rotting vegetation and petrichor. Her wings snapped open with a sound like unfurling parchment as she launched upward - claws finding purchase on sagging rafters as spores swirled violently in her wake.

Debris rained down where the hunter stood exposed in a rare beam of moonglow through collapsed ceiling stones - Maggie's laughter reverberating through hollow ruins as she sent another chunk of masonry plummeting toward them with a casual swipe from one rear limb.

"Your thumping heart gives you away~"