Mother staggered back, her hand flying to her chest, where a thin, red line of blood bloomed on her pristine dress. Her eyes widened, a flicker of disbelief flashing across her face. "What… what was that?" she whispered, her voice laced with a hint of fear she had not felt in a very long time.
She looked at Vell, who was now crouched low to the ground, his body radiating a strange mix of power and grace. His posture was feline, almost feral, his limbs coiled like springs, ready to unleash an explosive burst of movement. A low purr vibrated from his chest, a sound that seemed to echo with the power of a primal beast. She was confused by his sudden transformation. Was it a skill? She had never encountered a human with such an ability, and that terrified her.
