Halfside prowled silently through the shadows, the torn cloak draped over her wings rustling faintly. Her white and black fur made her figure seem split in two, a walking paradox with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. The air crackled faintly around her as she toyed with her geothermal-kinesis, the ground beneath her clawed feet warming with her touch, like embers barely held in check.

She crouched low, sniffing the air with a predator’s grin. “You smell… delicious,” she murmured, her voice carrying a playful, unsettling edge. Her blood-red portals flickered to life nearby, just in case she wanted a quick exit—or a quick entrance.

She pulled a piece of dried flesh from her pocket and tore into it absentmindedly, savoring the taste with a shiver. “Come closer,” she called out, tilting her head with a grin that was half-welcoming, half-warning. Her fluffy form looked soft, inviting even, but there was an unmistakable hunger in her eyes, a spark of wild mischief just barely contained. A pile of intestines, eyes, and other organs placed behind her, oozing blood and steam— Fresh and ripe with flavors of metallic liquid..