Short, unevenly cut raven locks fell shaggily before her eyes. Emerald pools were filled with an animalistic quality as if looking into the ferocious, unforgiving eyes of a bear. Though this was too be accepted for as far as she was concerned, she was one.
Wild with excitement, almost greedily her eyes focused upon the claws of the massive god before her; the bear god himself. Towering figure of an unnaturally crimson auburn stood before her, the massive claws of which dripped with blood, the beady ruby optics shining , as if the embers of a fire were contained within their depths. Like blades of dark metal the claws of the bear jutted out of the god's paw, the fur matted with blood of his own son. Around his corpse they danced, squared off like fighters waiting to make their moves.
It was the bear god who struck first, though this girl before him seemed almost to desire his strike, pushing her face upward to meet his slash. The blood from his claws oozed from the wound intermingled with the girls own blood bringing a bond between bear and warrior, god and beast. The creation of a new breed, neither human nor animal, god nor mortal with the all the malice of a demon, the strength and wit of a bear and the weak heart and memories of a human. The formation of an preternatural, a beast not meant to walk with mortals, nor demons, though seemingly to fallow in the paw prints of beast itself, of a bear.
And these prints would soon be destined to befall her, there was no turning back now, as she could see the blood on the bear's paws begin to sizzle with heat, boiling. Letting out what might have been considered a roar, the girl watched with eager anticipation anomalous for one who was about to be scarred.
The fire of which bears so greatly feared did not Singh the fur upon the bear gods claws. Those claws finally reached down to step into the corpse of the fallen bear before them, soaking the abnormally scarlet hued pelt. Slowly he began to ascend, reaching his full height, a feat no normal bear could accomplish. The small, ferocious looking girl dressed in pelts of the fallen she herself had destroyed stood upright now as the bears claws quickly reached out to her.
Letting out no noise nor signs of disconnect the sizzling, burning blood soaked claws of the bear pressed harshly below each shoulder. Her eyes were more thrilled than pained, a smile slimly spreading across her lips, reveling small white teeth, 2 of which were filed into short fangs. Tossing her head back slightly she basked within the searing pain of the branding claws upon her skin.
As the bear god lifted his claws from her burned flesh, having left his imprint, his eyes met with hers.
"Welcome child, Demonic Knight of the bears, one of our own kind."
The bears began to let out roaring sounds, vocals reaching out like distant brumbling (Moo) thunder, reeking with strength. Never before had the knight felt so right, never before so comfortable. She was one of her own kind, now.