Tonic immobility. Or perhaps, fixed action pattern was the behavioral instinct that could be described to persist in this moment. The woman thought to herself— that, akin to a wolf, she’d rather lick her wounds now, the idea of remaining forever-still being both a reasonable suggestion and a looming, but realistic threat.
Even as she laid, unable to breathe anything but the blood that continued to rush in from punctured, slashed, crushed ribs and lung, her eyes looked up, and she couldn’t help but find perfect meaning in the fated encounter. That she was nothing more than “man”, a “thing” that existed, that only perfectly encompassed the feeling of “le Fauve” in her lowest moments before her introduction to the Ring, and in these ones as well, where she was confident she would breathe her last.
As Maestro Émile Benoît would tell her relentlessly, it was that desperate, dog-eat-dog fervor that was unable to be artificially captured that brought a piece from average to “magnefique”.
It was there that you were able to see her. A Docent of the Ring, shown from her outstretched, bloodied ring finger that wore a two-coiled ring. Her appearance could be described as that of a savage, yet formal man-beast, the mask of a horned wolf’s head fitted snugly upon her bleeding, bloodied body, outfitted in a once-pristine and durable white suit jacket, shirt, and a lengthy ankle-length skirt. All white, to encompass the Ring’s fitting beliefs of allowing their daily outfits to even be impacted by the splattered paint of their process. From the looks of it, and from the way she embraced the ‘wolf’, she was a Fauvist. Long, dark blue hair peeked from underneath the mask, hinting at her messy, spiky, untamed-yet-tamed hair beneath, and the three feathers that adorned it. Alongside this, a chain is seen hooked along her belt hooks, carrying two aesthetically pleasing feathers and perfectly sharpened fangs.
The most striking of all, of course, was the massive left arm with horns sticking out of it, ornamental wrappings, made out of the combined animal-skins of several beasts that she wore, that culminated into a massive bear paw bigger than her head, with nigh-unbreakable claws and brimming musculature, alongside the other augmentation she held, a right leg replaced with that of some sort of avian creature’s talon, that twitched slightly as she took shallow, fading breaths, alongside a plumage of black, white and dark blue tail feathers that came out from the back of her skirt.