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Kya – Feral-kin (fox) Rouge/Monk Kya’s tail hung limply, but she waited till she was out of sight before showing any sign of injury. No small feat on the limbs of world tree, surrounded by the incessant chatter of the squirrel-folk, Ratatoskr in their own tongue. It wasn’t that she needed to hide injury or even just the temporary bruising from the playful squirrels, just so long as she hid any sign of weakness from It. She refused to ever let her guard down, ever to even grimace after sparring, something she did ever more frequently to gauge Its skill. It’s fighting style was so different, the blade only an extension of Its arm, not an entity all its own, something given life in the dance, in the song her absent friend would weave with it. She started when touching a particularly sore spot - It also didn’t pull punches... A distance now and out of sight from the wider bough the squirrel-folk used as a town-square of sorts, she finally rubbed her lower ribs, both sides. Her white and be...