[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#663399]Annika Falling Star[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media.tenor.com/WfWzkAd4s4oAAAAC/werewolf.gif [/img][hr][b][color=#663399]Location:[/color][/b]  Limbo
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	Kanien'keha:ka have a legend about a creature made after a violent death: Kanontsistóntie’s or [i]Flying Head[/i]. Annika stared down at the severed head of the demon, looking for flaming eyes, tangled hair, and an enlarged head. This had no such thing. However, it was requesting to be reunited with its body. Annika growled at the thing before placing clawed hands on either side of the head and pulled. As Annika ripped, the eyes of the demon rolled, seemingly trying to watch its further destruction. Sinew and tendons strained until they inevitably snapped. The eyes continued to roll around, and the creature made sounds like it was still alive. Roaring in frustration, Annika swivelled to throw each half of the head as far away from the other.

	On top of an untamed amount of rage, the werewolf Annika currently was, had an incredible arm. She threw each half of the head so far that she didn’t even see where they had landed. With that minor complaint dealt with, Annika returned her focus to the headless body. Huffing once, she raced forward, pushed off the ground with her powerful legs and pounced on the headless demon. She tore into it quickly, years of built-up anger pouring out of her as she shredded the creature to bits.

	[i][b]Savage[/b][/i]. She remembered the first time she had been called such a thing. She had been by the river, digging for important medicinal plants for Grandmother, and returned to the camp, covered with mud. A huge smile adorned her face as she carried the basket proudly full of the plants she needed to collect. In the other hand, she carried a large toad. A new friend she was talking to in a mix of strange croaks, Mohawk, and English. Her father was there with a few English companions who sneered at her, stepping back with disgust and uttering the vial term. Her father defended her, but it did nothing to change those men’s opinions. It did nothing to stop the war on her people.

	[i]I’ll show them savage,[/i] Annika thought as she finished tearing her prey apart. She looked behind her, her body heaving from the effort it took to end her assailant and the blood rage that filled her. Eyes adjusted on the other humans, landing on the new person. Annika’s head cocked to the side like a dog would. It was unnerving to see a werewolf exhibit the same behaviour.

[hider=Translations]Kanien'keha:ka - people of the Flint. Mohawk (Annika’s specific tribe).[/hider]