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Aihi
The eerie violet undertones of the dungeon didn’t disturb Aihi anymore. What could bother her after so many living nightmares?
She stepped into the warlock containment cell, letting the liquid blue ki seep back into the protective barrier behind her. A thin layer of water shimmered on the floor, and Aihi sloshed through the puddle to face the prisoner within.
Lacotl hung from the same black bows of energy, swaying as he hummed an upbeat tune. Through the matted fur behind his ears, the tiniest spike of a cream horn protruded from his flesh.
No horns had grown from his scalp when she left. Young kan’thir wore the skulls of their ancestors, one of the few oddities of kan’thir culture that Aihi knew about. But Lacotl’s skull mask was under guard far from the dungeons. Now he grew
